But how could you live and have no story to tell?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights   (via ahhjussii)

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Date someone who would rather watch your favorite movie with you then go to a party on Friday night. Date someone who will share their food with you even though you said you didn’t want any. Date someone who will warm your hands in the winter and kiss your pink nose. Date someone who will text you they love you at 2am and at 9pm. Date someone who will let you change the station in the car when they’re driving. Date someone who can make you smile when you would rather die. Date someone who makes your insides feel like you’ve just downed a bottle of vodka. Date someone who makes you better.

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Nicki claps with her ass

caressmelouis:

when u come home from school and take ur makeup off

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theantiherooftime:

A number one dad, ten out of ten, Dad of the year, gettin laid all year this year, best dad ever, you did it.

jeveuxetreheureux:

satanslittlewh0re:

illllluminated:

you know what’s fucked up?

that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”

Truth

privileged kids go to counseling, poor kids go to jail.

judge mathis, speaking the truth (via spring1999)

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