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mrsdallogay:

mrsdallogay:

my life got about a thousand times better once i stopped censoring myself

and by censoring i don’t mean i suddenly embraced indiscriminate swearing; i mean i stopped trying to sugarcoat my past or my feelings; i stopped lying by omission; i stopped having guilty pleasures; i began unabashedly enjoying whatever i liked; i became very honest; i cut out of my life poisonous people and negative ideals, and i am so, so much happier for it

(via greetings)

— 6 days ago with 79220 notes
howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Matt Weber
Fording Madison Avenue, NYC, 1988
"It was after midnight and I was tired behind the wheel of my cab, when there she was, more worried about her expensive shoes than her feet…"

howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Matt Weber

Fording Madison Avenue, NYC, 1988

"It was after midnight and I was tired behind the wheel of my cab, when there she was, more worried about her expensive shoes than her feet…"

(Source: greeneyes55, via oldnewyork)

— 6 days ago with 465 notes
Deftones | Cherry Waves

(Source: goatofdeparture, via ashleydesouza)

— 6 days ago with 1653 notes
the-neper-log:

 Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

the-neper-log:

 Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

(Source: andthefrog)

— 6 days ago with 18 notes

zah0rakalana:

shredtheaqua:

59oz:

errrinvia:

keepcalmandlovegirls:

boobslyn:

Fuck

Every time

i wish i could talk to this dude about this because every fucking time i hear those two verses the hairs on the back of my neck go straight up and i literally cry, this shit is TOO fucking real and i’ve never heard anything more accurate. this shit is real, this shit i deep and i feel for this dude

holy shit i reblogged this when it had 1k notes

Yes, fucking yes.

damn.

the saddest thing i’ve ever seen… talent man

(Source: jesusbruhh)

— 6 days ago with 128311 notes
pureoleander:

coltre:

Took this picture in beautiful Rome last night. This sky makes me think of us. The stars are so far from me and so are you. I hope one day I will hold your hands again. I miss you.

Oh my god

pureoleander:

coltre:

Took this picture in beautiful Rome last night. This sky makes me think of us. The stars are so far from me and so are you. I hope one day I will hold your hands again. I miss you.

Oh my god

(via karmazen)

— 6 days ago with 43469 notes
"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."
Henri J.M. Nouwen

(Source: hqlines, via kushandwizdom)

— 6 days ago with 4078 notes