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Current mood: Bob Belcher saying ‘oh my god’
Couple In Long Distance Relationship Connects By Creating Combo Pictures
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Know that you can start late, look different, be uncertain and still succeed.
Misty Copeland (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
not to be dramatic but prince zuko’s redemption arc is the greatest storyline in all of literary history
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Oh religion, you want me beautiful in veils, pure in lingerie, bad by the pool on a tropical summer day, naked in the water, naked sipping pretty drinks, eat the cherry from my mouth. Tell me I am heaven, tell me your desires are bigger than this world. Tell me God is mine. And I am longing for romance. To be destroyed by love. I want succes and love. Lust is paid in tears, and desires tickle my feet. On a hot summer day, I became holy. Oh religion, take me and kiss my wet lips. You’ve changed me only to be yours. But my dear, you are going to die on my belly, with my soul in your mouth. Begging God not to let other men around my hips. Oh my religion, you ate me alive like a pink peach in July. Oh, I sin for you only.
The July Religion by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
i want a house overflowing with plants. i want a big dog who thinks he’s small enough to fit in my lap. i want huge windows that flood the floorboards with light. a porch with a swing that we’re constantly sweeping ash off of. i want ivy growing all around. a bathtub big enough for the both of us.
Lee Crutchley
so early in the morning is so late at night is so early. still.heart.break in a teacup.
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a seed breaks through soil to provide a resting place for a bee that ache in your temple is words pounding on your skull to break free the sun rises every morning to watch the moon sink below the sea books are doors to other worlds but you first must find the key if you only open your eyes everything will become poetry
Leigh, day 306 (via nothingwithoutwords)