December 2011
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Madewell: Five Reasons To Love New Year’s Eve →
madewell:
by Jessica Hodgson (Madewell) No joke, New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday. Sure, I get the drawbacks: pressure to have the perfect night, looming resolutions you’re bound to break by the third week of January, no party actually seems like it’ll be fun enough. Here, a few reasons why…
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kiva - the gift that keeps on giving. literally.
For Christmas, one of my best friends gave me a Kiva Card. Prior to this I had never even heard of Kiva. Essentially, he gave me a micro loan that I could give to organizations or individuals on the website seeking loans for homes, businesses, food, or whatever you can think of.
Once they have enough micro loans to begin their project, they also begin to pay back their loan to you. With the money...
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sometimes
I think no one will ever be able to understand my friendships, except for my friends.
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someone like you
Me: Well, it's kind of a happy song... she's moving on...
Nicole: NEVER MIND YOU SCREWED MY HAPPINESS, BUT I'LL FIND SOMEONE RESEMBLING YOUUUUUUUUUUU. I SADISTICALLY WISH THE BEST FOR YOUUUUUUUUU.
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perks.
I want to reread The Perks of Being a Wallflower for some reason. Maybe that’s what I’ll purchase with Christmas money.
Unless someone has a copy they want to lend me?
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love
Effy: Love's not supposed to do that! You made me go mad.
Freddie: You're making me mad now. Effy, that's exactly what love's supposed to do.
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watching skins reruns
good way to spend the day.
this show never gets old.
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For me, clothes are a kind of character; I don’t follow fashion or...
– Meryl Streep
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We are each of us angels with only one wing. And we can only fly while embracing...
– Lucian de Croszonza
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A Crazed Girl
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her...