I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
written by Ernest Hemingway (via exoticwild)

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puzzylipz:

$$$rebel amish$$$

puzzylipz:

$$$rebel amish$$$

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Remember how bad it would hurt when you’d accidentally get hit by the jump rope when jumping in and also how it was secretly embarrassing

oregonfairy:


The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.

this always gives me chills

oregonfairy:

The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.

this always gives me chills

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soofyawn:

god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares

(via norman-masturbates)

adrieldaniel:

“There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. what we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.”

Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

(via wildfl0werr)

It’s your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill to kick in, with time ticking through you and your own ghost already wandering among your rooms.
written by Michael Cunningham, By Nightfall (via feellng)

(via say-anything-is-a-real-girl)

People want to hear songs with the words they’re afraid to say.
written by (via lydiamarthin)

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he’s going to fuck you up and you’re going to let him
written by most sober thing a drunk person could ever say to you   (via forebidden)

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james mcavoy holding a frozen chicken is everything i need 

What a beauty I mean honestly

I can’t sleep like this. I’m becoming a void.

imaginationsme:

 
One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
written by Unknown, Humans of New York (via thenocturnals)

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