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meloq-blog-blog

❛i’ll make better mistakes tomorrow.❜ + [ semi-au ] ▶ [ literate ] ▶ [ reblog/like ] ▶ [ follow ]

#.boost #*heart eyes emoji* he's the best

thedapperproject

I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.

J.D. Salinger (via thedapperproject)

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yeollovemebaek

jenyers

Choa after retaking her drivers licence test

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kdx78

#.ch #.seol #*just the two of us plays in the bg*

fujibruh

Fujiwara Makoto (藤原誠): more commonly known as Fuji. Businessman / DJ&Producer / Mangaka Fresh off the plane. • • • •

( about ) — reblog/like/( follow ) — ( promise )

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chokingjoffrey

*listening to uptown funk for the first time* idk it’s alright

*listening now* girls hit your hallelujah *punches table* girls hit your hallelujah *punches self* girls hit your hallelujah *jumps off roof* cause uptown funk gon give it to you *jumps over car* cause uptown funk gon give it to you *backflips out of airplane* cause uptown funk gon give it to you *runs marathon* saturday night and we in the spot *swims across ocean* don’t believe me just watch *dies*

#@illionaire gang #.fave

koreantunes

Visit Original Link

G.Soul - You (Acoustic Version)

#.musique #.fave

eternal-tunes

Visit Original Link

knee socks // arctic monkeys

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bewilderedapprehension

People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.

cinnamocci

milk tee / pleated skirt / heels Discount Code: cinnamocci

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hereislight

Here is a collection of my faults: I am messy, sloppy, uncoordinated, unbalanced, clumsy, trips over her own feet, trips over her own words, loves too easily, loves too much, loves the wrong people, lets go too fast, too capable of leaving without looking back, runs away from feelings, runs away from responsibility. So if you love me, love me in the spaces in between perfection. Photographs are manipulated images of reality. I probably don’t look as good as you’re expecting me to be. A human is just a human, and I don’t want to be turned into an idea anymore. My poetry is what the world looks like from inside my head. Here are the trees turned into metaphors. The sunlight looks like love and tonight, the sky is telling you: you are light, you are light, you are light. But out here, outside of this mind, I get tired and I feel small sometimes. I am tired of apologizing for being a mess. Sometimes I don’t feel as brave, and I need you to tell me that that’s still okay.

5:50 p.m. (On being romanticized/idealized)

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girl-groups

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quotes-shape-us

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via iso2108)

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