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So things go.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved (via theunquotables)


I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

(via pursuitt-of-happynesss)

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin || T e m p l e s  (via ohdreaming)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via pursuitt-of-happynesss)

The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.

Tiny Stories  (via fawun)

(Source: untamedunwanted, via lovequotesrus)

Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.

Ella Fitzgerald (via michaellottner)

If you let people into your life a little bit, they can be pretty damn amazing.

Sherman AlexieThe Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via feellng)


Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You


Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You

I fell in love with the world in you.

Noah and the Whale, Hold My Hand As I’m Lowered (via teenager90s)

(via feellng)

For the moment I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Letter to Freiherr Karl von Gersdorf,” April 1, 1874  (via syndesmologya)

(Source:, via takemeback-)