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Eclipse lunar 2014

sluttyoliveoil:

haha if youre bored you could kiss me idk just sayin

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seerofsarcasm:


This bathroom in the Jacksonville airport had a bunch of signs of all different shapes of women and I think that’s pretty neat

seerofsarcasm:

This bathroom in the Jacksonville airport had a bunch of signs of all different shapes of women and I think that’s pretty neat

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“Mom, this might be my last chance to tell you I love you.”

—   A text from a high school student who was aboard the ferry that capsized today off South Korea’s southern coast. Four passengers were killed, 55 were injured and more than 280 are missing. (via latimes)

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“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”

—   John Steinbeck, on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter (via xokrista)

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“I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.

Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.

Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself.”

—   (via acceptvnce)

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“Sometimes, I forget that I am young. I forget that I have only been blessed with a quarter of a century. I forget that mistakes are part of trying. I forget that fear is motivation, not food for anxiety. I forget that friendship takes kindness, and openness. I need to forget those who have made me less kind and less open. I forget the way a first kiss feels. I forget to smile sometimes. I forget what it’s like to be wooed, except by myself. I forget that it’s better to woo yourself than to expect others to do it for you. I forget how to give a genuine hug to someone other than my mother and my father. Because I’m fearful others won’t return it. I forget the sound of my first boyfriend’s voice. I forget to eat well. I forget to make eye contact, retail has killed a friendlier version of myself. I forget not to stand tall and act like I don’t care, because of how I was approached when I cared. I forget that kindness and courage can go hand in hand. I forget who I was when I was 19. I forget what it looks like when someone wants to be your friend. I forget because I remember that no one can change my life, only I can. I remember these wonderful women who have looked me in the eye, and told me good, and kind words. Strong words. I forget that each day is a blessing. That each day is what I make it. That each day belongs to me and me alone. I forget. I’m going to forget forgetting and start remembering.”

—   That Kind Of Woman  (via seulray)

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