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rnedia:

trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on

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exhalat-ion:

so-rosie:

flowerteen:

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rosyy I follow back similar ♡

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thelovenotebook:

EVERYTHING LOVE & PERSONAL
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purefectionist:

ba-sick-bitch:

Matheinekeplatz

wow shes freaking perfect
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peachnaked:

spell-binding:

youth-lagoon:

B E A U T I F U L

ok but i mean…its a wall…

HAHA DAYM GURL 
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saltywhisperss:

http://saltywhisperss.tumblr.com/
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Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

— Bell Hooks (via 7starryskies)
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andkimmm:

i believe that when you know how to physically touch a girl, is when you really have her. hand placement and the use of your hands is everything, remember that gentlemen.
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ahaile:

pinkliliess:

fairybubbles:

titrea:

snooozeee
i love this. simply because of its simplicity. she has got a baggy serene white t-shirt on with classic p-j shorts on, and a pillow that her grandma probably gave to her. imagine. in her perspective. she was up all night last night with her grandma drinking too much tea and just small gossiping, outside, counting the stars instead of sheep. she was away from everyone, just with her grandma, the one she loves the most. she doesn’t care about her looks or anything. her perfect little eyes started getting droopy as it was very very late. her grandma goes inside. comes back with a pillow. and says “this pillow, looks so simple but do you know what? i believe that this pillow was for you. you are the girl who wore vintage denim, who is a fence sitter, who talks to much. who would rather a jog than walk. you dont think people notice you. i always see you looking absent-mindedly into space. You have the memory of a sieve. You’ll have a shower when you look at your feet and notice that they are dirty. when you were a child no matter how many years went past, you never grew up, and you still believe wonderland exsists. So fall into wonderland with this pillow.” she smiles, and softly whispers i love you. she goes a bit furter into the back yard and climbs onto the hammock and she drifted into her wonderland.idek i just like this photo 

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these-times-will-pass:

Love quotes? you will love this blog
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