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treasure:

how to take a test: cry on the paper and the choice closest to your tear is the answer

porn4ladies:

this is the kind of selfie i can believe in

porn4ladies:

this is the kind of selfie i can believe in

The Dalai Lama’s rules for living
I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.
Gaby Dunn (via -virtual)
I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.
m.k. (via bl-ossomed)
skiens:

vaxpur:

biancatyson:

oaktreegirl:

glowkid:

alleneverafter:

civilizedinsanity:

antiquitie:

swinq:

yooo this looks dope on your blog

it really does

It’s like addicting to watch. 

fuck

this gives me tingles in my tummy

I need this

Mmmyes

holy guacamole

y must the one on the right look like Harry styles

skiens:

vaxpur:

biancatyson:

oaktreegirl:

glowkid:

alleneverafter:

civilizedinsanity:

antiquitie:

swinq:

yooo this looks dope on your blog

it really does

It’s like addicting to watch. 

fuck

this gives me tingles in my tummy

I need this

Mmmyes

holy guacamole

y must the one on the right look like Harry styles