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I’m Calen.

I’m 23.

Born in California.

Raised in Canada.

Schooled in Florida.

I recycle.

I recycle.

I watch every movie with the subtitles on.

I am a hopeless romantic.

I pull my grocery cart instead of push it.

I’m obsessed with books, music and movies.

I think tattoos are sexy.

And I love accents.

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This is how you lose him. 

You lose him when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to him: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when he was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes he tucks in his journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when he forgets. 

You lose him when you don’t notice that he notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells him continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to him would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because he pays attention.

He remembers when you forget. 

You lose him for every second you make him feel less and less of the beauty that he is. When you make him feel that he is replaceable. He wants to feel cherished. When you make him feel that you are fleeting. He wants you to stay. When you make him feel inadequate. He wants to know that he is enough and he does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because he is he and he is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn him. 

You must know the reason why he is silent. You must trace him weakest spots. You must write to him. You must remind him that you are there. You must know how long it takes for him to give up. You must be there to hold him when he is about to. 

You must love him because many have tried and failed. And he wants to know that he is worthy to be loved, that he is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep him.

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"Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you."
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Forever my favourite.

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1) You’re empowering.
2) I like your voice.
3) You’re strong.
4) I think your ideas/beliefs matter.
5) I’m so happy you exist.
6) More people should be listening to what you have to say.
7) You’re a very warm hearted person.
8) It’s nice seeing such kindness.
9) You’re very down to earth.
10) You have a beautiful soul.
11) You inspire me to become a better person.
12) Our conversations bring me a lot of joy.
13) It’s good to see someone care so much.
14) You’re so understanding.
15) You matter a lot to me.
16) You’re important even if you don’t think so.
17) You’re intelligent.
18) Your passion is contagious.
19) Your confidence is refreshing.
20) You restore my faith in humanity.
21) You’re great at being creative.
22) You’re so talented at ____.
23) I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.
24) You have great taste in ___.
25) I’m happy I stayed alive long enough to meet you.
26) I wish more people were like you.
27) You’re so good at loving people."
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"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."
— 4 months ago with 82260 notes
"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."
— 4 months ago with 400955 notes
"It doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship, a lifestyle, or a job. If it doesn’t make you happy let it go."
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go to google translate. type a sentence in english and translate it to a language of your choice. translate it again to another language. translate it again. and again. and again. translate it 6 more times. then once more. translate it one final time back to english. what are you left with? something that’s completely different than the original. 

or as we like to call it

the bible



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— 4 months ago with 221320 notes



Can we please all just agree to call veterinary clinics “in-fur-maries”

And K9 specialists shall be known as… Dogtors.


— 4 months ago with 1602 notes



how to be an adult

im sad this was so short because he was about to go so hard

Forever so funny.

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