complex

the tumblelog of a young Los Angelean caught in between life's virtues and vices.

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November 12, 2009, 10:01am

Chat
  • Me: It's funny how you act as though it's the first time I've ever said it when I say I love you
  • Heather: Do I? Aw, that's cute.
  • Me: It's kind of retarded, actually.
  • Heather: WHAT!
  • Me: ... I love you!


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October 19, 2009, 10:26am

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rook:
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alumina:

rook:

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August 02, 2009, 10:01am

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July 27, 2009, 10:16am

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syntheticpubes:

by Melanie Rodriguez

syntheticpubes:

by Melanie Rodriguez


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July 16, 2009, 10:03am

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rocketjumper:

alanajoy:
Love 2.0

rocketjumper:

alanajoy:

Love 2.0


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July 11, 2009, 10:45am

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sensor:


…in love, oprisco

sensor:

…in love, oprisco


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June 25, 2009, 10:01am

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This is how my dates usually go.

This is how my dates usually go.



June 18, 2009, 11:55pm

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sabino:

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June 17, 2009, 10:00am

Memories

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sisterpearl:

unlucerovespertino:

There was a man standing next to me at the post office today who smelled exactly like my first boyfriend. It left me heady for a second, the scent. Not because I miss the guy - the relationship was the most emotionally abusive I’ve ever been in - but because of the fact that that specific cologne, a faintly chemical sort of spritzer, was so intrinsically tied to his memory. 

And through his memory, of course, came the others. It’s hard for me to think about a man I’ve loved without thinking too of all the rest: the boyfriends, the unrequited crushes, the flings. They’re taped together in my heart, a sort of nostalgic scrapbook of the people who’ve made me who I am today. 

And so I sat and went through them one by one, remembering their good sides, purposely ignoring their bad. It was a nice exercise, a sort of detox of the heart. 

I smiled at that man in the post office. He smiled back. And when I left, it was with the pieces of a story in my head, one of a girl and a boy who fell in love through the scents of their past…



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June 03, 2009, 11:01am

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trapeze:

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alumina:

starsmending:

trapeze:

align:bon-bon:falsealarms:deconstruct:(via babywolf)


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June 01, 2009, 11:00am