bringmetheoceans:

el-usion:

paintdeath:

"We had a lot going for us. We’d found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete."Candy (2006)

FAVORITE

literally just watched this
whitewinter-hymnal:

serenitypatrol:

rad-kiss:

this is the best thing ever. when he knows everything about you - your naked body, naked soul - and still loves you more than anyone else.

I like the thought of someone trusting me with all of themselves.

i am in love with this picture
manamorimoto:

Embroidered Mt. Rushmore

neednt:

viderudeath:

kaworushin:

i wish i was a boy instead of a girl they dont have periods and they dont get as many unwelcome sexual comments as girls do 

boys have to deal with girls on their periods

shove a cactus in your anus buddy

free-mywilly:

themugglepeasant:

alonsysweetie:

thelionandthellama:

if you ever think you’re awkward when asking someone out, remember that there’s this guy

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do you wannafucking date me or something you faggot


If I’m not asked out like this at some point, I will be very dissappointed. 

Do you want to do something where you get unlimited access to the D and stuff?

i feel like i just read a future conversation of me trying to ask some one out.

iamfueledbyhate:

have another one~
fuckyeahexistentialism:

"On the shelves were the books bound in a cardboard-like material, pale, like tanned human skin, and the manuscripts were intact. In spite of the room’s having been shut up for many years, the air seemed fresher than in the rest of the house. Everything was so recent that several weeks later, when Úrsula went into the room with a pail of water and a brush to wash the floor, there was nothing for her to do. Aureliano Segundo was deep in the reading of a book. Although it had no cover and the title did not appear anywhere, the boy enjoyed the story of a woman who sat at a table and ate nothing but kernels of rice, which she picked up with a pin, and the story of the fisherman who borrowed a weight for his net from a neighbor and when he gave him a fish in payment later it had a diamond in its stomach, and the one about the lamp that fulfilled wishes and about flying carpets. Surprised, he asked Úrsula if all that was true and she answered him that it was, that many years ago the gypsies had brought magic lamps and flying mats to Macondo.
“What’s happening,” she sighed, “is that the world is slowly coming to an end and those things don’t come here any more.””
Gabriel García Márquez
kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE
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