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this is an iconic moment in history

Haha his face!



This story keeps on getting better and better

this is an iconic moment in history

Haha his face!

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“And I’m trading in my sympathy
For sanity”
— Missy Higgins, “Dusty Road”
“It’s nice to have things to look forward to.”
Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower (via feellng)

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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via a-thousand-words)

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idc if it’s true or not this headline is all that matters to me. x

If I loved Orlando Bloom before idek what I feel for him now. My baby is an international hero, doing what people the world over want to do to that little shit. Bless you Orlando, bless you.

(via the-dreaming-of-forever-girl)


Aries: stop jackin off
Taurus: hoe and not ashamed of it
Gemini: fake
Cancer: crybaby ass
Leo: BIG Bitch and u fuckin kno it. u love it dont u.
Virgo: ethereal and always SO busy
Libra: basic
Scorpio: u are sleepy and powerful.
Sagittarius: probably like drinkin some healthy shit. u look good as hell too.
Capricorn: bitter
Aquarius: clean ur fingernails
Pisces: stop bein so stingy an love urself

(via nomimalonemeasmoke)


wow the fifty shades of grey movie looks intense

(via leydabug)

Things that say a lot about people:

  • the way which they treat the waiter/waitress
  • how they feel about the weather
  • whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books 
  • fingernails 
  • and hands in general
  • their preferred creative outlet
  • how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone
  • whether or not they drink coffee
  • if they ever forget to eat
  • how honest they are with themselves (and others)
  • if they correct your grammar
  • how they treat their parents 

(via iridesences)

You know what’s scary/wonderful? I am perfectly okay with where I am right now. I’m exactly where I want to be.
I love being me.

She Sings Of Love

The moon winks at me on the highway
I drive and I think about the many ways
You held me in the night
You seemed to hold me just right
But I can’t be vapid or coarse
I just can’t decide—
Am I pressed for love,
Or am I pressed for time?
I eat and I eat
And I feel no soul to feed
It buries within me
The heart that I’ve somehow sold
I’ll find it again
I’m resilient, you’ll see
So many doubt me
But my love will flow freely
I’m wiser than you know
I’ll make sure that you show
The interest you promised me
The warmth that was given me
In the thick of the night
With bombs crashing all around
You said to write about it
And I’m trying, I’m dying
I’m making a difference
I’m making a change.
Don’t I get a chance?
When exactly does luck change?
Love is an obsession
It’s a solution to an equation
That no man even dares
Or prepares to understand
We are a world of things
Possessions that “should” be ours
What right do we have?
When was anything ours?
I’ll go to her grave
And take time to reflect
Take time to recollect
A tiny piece of my soul
You tried to steal it
You tried to call me “mine”
But that’s just not my name
Did you ever know my name?
He remembers my name
He remembers me as shy
Shy and singing
Be mine, I said, be mine
Old Hollywood
That’s not the first time
I’ve heard it before
But I loved it, just the same
I have so much hope.
Sometimes I wish it would die
But that’s how You made me
And I’ll never let it die.
At the end of all times
I’ll still be here
Speaking my loud opinions
For whoever breathes a sigh
Argue your way through
That’s the direction I take
And it’s served me so well
I’ve somehow survived this hell
I love to tell you how I feel
I love to hear you disagree
I love to hear you laugh
And smile extraordinarily
As if in disbelief
“Did she really just say those things?”
Bumps on the road are so loud
I am shy, but I sing.
Fog, it clears my mind
Vaporizes my time
And makes me rewind
To a time when days seemed endless
I put my lips to electric
To a tiny piece of plastic
Oh how it tastes like food
Like mint and wine
I’m going to sit in my car
And listen to one more song
Because music is my constant
It eliminates my discord
My temptation to cease caring
My lure to the least bit of resistance
Wake up early, greet the sun
With sunglasses and sweat
And just a little bit of smoke
And another piece of soul.


Quite possibly the best couple in history.

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