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oh.bestill my heart. 

oh.
bestill my heart. 

(via laughlinemysteries)

Before you say anything …

artislovely:

heartmindspirit:

.. to anyone.  Ask yourself three questions.

Is it true?

Is it kind?

Is it necessary?

have I reblogged this before?
oh well. 

melisaki:

Frida Kahlo in New York
photo by Nickolas Muray, 1946

melisaki:

Frida Kahlo in New York

photo by Nickolas Muray, 1946

Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway. Eleanor Roosevelt (via kari-shma)

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enlocomotion:

Bird 2
Arte Digital
José Hernández 2010

enlocomotion:

Bird 2

Arte Digital

José Hernández 2010

(via lainemarie)

pretty much my entire 17th year of life right here.

pretty much my entire 17th year of life right here.

(Source: ireneangelachang, via sincerelyerika)

I need to get a boyfriend

ravagedyourbody:

freestate:

so that when I’m craving food, I can just have sex instead.

Double rainbow.

Oh my god……….. this is brilliant! Plus it burns calories. WIN/WIN/WIN.

completely butting in to say… this will only work if you don’t then eat after sex.
which I always do.
I gained about 20 pounds when Neil was just my boyfriend.
the fact that we spend the first 6 months locked up in his apartment, in his bed, watching movies and eating takeout didn’t help though…

Ah, memories.  

(via ashleyfuckinmarie-deactivated20)

I wonder.I talk too much.No really.It’s a terrible, awful, horrid thing I do. I overstate everything and add in things that people just don’t care about. It’s always too personal. And I hate it when I sort of pour my heart out and the replies are a couple sentences and (this is probably me reading too much into it, which further complicates it) a total sense of “I really do not care about anything you just wrote to me/said to me”.Ack.I can’t help myself though.I’ve found I’m either completely open, or completely closed. Maybe someday I’ll master the middle.  

I wonder.

I talk too much.
No really.
It’s a terrible, awful, horrid thing I do. I overstate everything and add in things that people just don’t care about. It’s always too personal.
And I hate it when I sort of pour my heart out and the replies are a couple sentences and (this is probably me reading too much into it, which further complicates it) a total sense of “I really do not care about anything you just wrote to me/said to me”.
Ack.

I can’t help myself though.
I’ve found I’m either completely open, or completely closed. Maybe someday I’ll master the middle.  

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acollectionofchaos:

her hair!

seriously.

acollectionofchaos:

her hair!

seriously.