it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 

breeze was knocking my hair all around me

the smell of the beach stuck under 

our noses

i glanced at you and couldn’t help 

but to smile

thats when I knew

i could glance back at you for 

the rest of my life

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sickforya:

raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a girl

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gluggavedur:

my notebook / diary

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If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.

Noor ShirazieSpringtime (via seoul-babo)

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I loved my friend
He went away from me
There’s nothing more to say
The poem ends,
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.

Langston Hughes (via ethiopienne)

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thankschampagne:

 

Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

Kiera Cass

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#oooooooh  
#fashion  

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#atla  

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Vincent Van Gogh; detail of The Rocks.

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#art  

intensional:

i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word

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fuckyeahchinesefashion:

9號靑

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