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Melina, 17, Sweden. Books are my best friends.
One of my posts once got over 1000 notes and that was the proudest moment of my life.
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Mikko Kuorinki

Wall Piece with 200 Letters (2010-11) - “From march 2010 until february 2011 I formed one new text on the wall of Kiasma museum every week.”


(via ravensymoneismyspiritanimal)

There’s no better feeling than being at a concert.
You’ve got that unanimous feeling of belonging. The feeling that every single person at that show has listened to the same songs by the same band as you and are all there for the same reasons. They’ve all been touched by the same harmonies, the same lyrics, and the same messages. Your lives have all been forever changed by those 3-6 people on that stage.
The band performing is the same band you listened to when you were riding to school on the bus, driving down the interstate with your friends, crying yourself to sleep at night, staying up late on the Internet, singing obnoxiously in your house alone, sitting in your room cooling off after a bad day, blasting at a party, etc. They’re the band you go to when you want a good breakdown, when you’re outside at 3am smoking a cigarette, when you need some good inspirational background noise.
Being with all of those people who, though you have no idea who they are, face the same daily issues as you makes you seem less alone in the world. It’s nice. 

“Charlie… have you ever kissed a girl?”
I shook my head no. It was so quiet. 
“Not even when you were little?”
I shook my head no again. And she looked very sad. 
She told me about the first time she was kissed. She told me that it was with one of her dads friends. She was seven. And she told nobody about it except for Mary Elizabeth and then Patrick a year ago. And she started to cry. And she said something that I won’t forget. Ever. 
“I know that you know I like Craig. And I know that I told you not to think of me that way. And I know that we can’t be together like that. But I want to forget about those things for a minute. Okay?”
“I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. Okay?”
“Okay.” She was crying harder now. And I was, too, because when I hear something like that I just can’t help it. 
“I just want to make sure of that. Okay?”
And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I as never so happy in my entire life.