ellen-and-portia:

"The only thing we ever argue about is who loves who more."

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naked-yogi:

This is such an incredible shot!

naked-yogi:

This is such an incredible shot!

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"Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning."

Kid in my lit class

 

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alysha:

alysha nett by aaron phillips

alysha:

alysha nett by aaron phillips

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randomandbeautiful:

same.

randomandbeautiful:

same.

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wildbelles:

hibis-cus:

skyteens:


…until we know each others’ insides completely.

I want this as a tattoo is perfect

touching the soul 

fave

wildbelles:

hibis-cus:

skyteens:

…until we know each others’ insides completely.

I want this as a tattoo is perfect

touching the soul 

fave

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"All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex."

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I am trying, so fucking hard. I am. But the universe keeps knocking me down, hard . And i can’t help but to feel defeated and sulk in my bed sometimes. I find myself continuously having to pick myself back up so often, I’m doing my best to stay strong. I’m really fucking trying. I’m trying to deal with all the negativity my mind is poisoning me with every time I’m faced with these situations. I need to try harder. I feel like I’m failing everyone. I deserve better, my father deserves better, my mother deserves better, my boyfriend deserves better, my friends deserve better. I don’t know how I got here but I’m doing my best to get myself to where I want and need myself to be. I won’t stop till I’m where I want to be.
humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

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