Live For Something or Die For Nothing

July 28, 2014 at 12:57am
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July 27, 2014 at 3:43pm
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Reblogged from flyingwithoutwings21

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

— (via misslucy-rose)

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July 21, 2014 at 3:56am
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kenyabenyagurl:

Pencil drawing by Olga Melamory Larionova (Russia)

kenyabenyagurl:

Pencil drawing by Olga Melamory Larionova (Russia)

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July 18, 2014 at 9:34pm
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stunningpicture:

Was taking random pictures of my mother and this came out…pretty terrifying

stunningpicture:

Was taking random pictures of my mother and this came out…pretty terrifying

(via hi)

July 9, 2014 at 11:48pm
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July 8, 2014 at 4:45am
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Reblogged from blocklava

"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

— Blocklava (via blocklava)

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4:40am
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mariacarlanaked:

Eeke Boonstra

mariacarlanaked:

Eeke Boonstra

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4:29am
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Reblogged from violentwavesofemotion

I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.

— I’m fucked (via versteur)

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July 2, 2014 at 3:46am
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Reblogged from ghostparties

departured:

crawltowardsthemoon:

"millions of flower petals erupt from a volcano, covering an entire village"

how on earth

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June 30, 2014 at 4:27am
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June 27, 2014 at 3:47am
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June 26, 2014 at 3:34am
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Your name was easy as a breath or a whimper or a sigh
The syllables slipped across my tongue and caressed my lips
It was natural and soothing and all mine to devour

But now it feels like I’m speaking a foreign language.
The consonants are harsh and tangled as they fall out of my mouth.
There is no taste behind the letters and no home within the sounds

June 20, 2014 at 6:42am
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Reblogged from picapixels

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June 18, 2014 at 4:40pm
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Reblogged from adrieldaniel
adrieldaniel:

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

— Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

adrieldaniel:

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

— Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

(via lil-ies)