I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine.
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The Bowery Presents
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noise dept.
cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith

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oozey mess

Product Placement

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I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine.
Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via suspend)
People seem to think embracing life means to jump off cliffs and kiss strangers. Maybe it’s just slowly learning to love yourself.
(via carteir)
summer 2016
by matialonsor
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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