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Welcome to my blog! My name is Isabell and I´m a fifteen year old girl from Northen Europe. I love food, 1D and Tumblr!
I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
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When your mom cries and you’re just like
i don’t think i’ve ever seen a post with this many notes
Because there’s nothing more universal than the feeling of impending doom you get when you see your mother crying.This is the post with highest notes on tumblr
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This is a bridge in Paris. You hang locks on it with the name of you & your boyfriend/girlfriend/best-friend then throw the key into the river. So even though the friend/relationship may end, you can’t remove the lock. It stays there forever, as relevance to someone once a part of your life.
this is amazing holy shit
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- the way I type on tumblr: omfdgd lololol rkejwhlkjdhlwkjerhwer I can't evEN WITH THESE FEELS MAN
- the way I write for class: under this assumption, it is safe to dictate in a clear and particularly concise way that the author not only felt the need to illustrate the background surrounding the mortifying, yet tragic, action that pushes forward the engaging plot, but also the background of the reader's very own heart.
