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To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
Ernest Hemmingway (via lafilledelune)
Blue playing with Beyoncé’s hair.
The National photographed by Gene Smirnov
It’s usually none
Matt Berninger, Basilica Hudson, Guilty Party 7/15/2017
it’s nice to have a buddy when you’re down and out.
“Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet. Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling, and I would still be on my feet.”
I think it’s the loveliest song I’ve ever known.
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Police Dog Is Fired For Being Too Friendly, But Ends Up With A Better Job Offer
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Topic: Animals, Dogs, Cute || by STAFF
Adorable German Shepherd Gavel was fired from his job as a police dog because was way too friendly. He was on the track of being trained for sniffing for explosives and catching thieves for the Queensland Police Service in Brisbane, Eastern Australia.
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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
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Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet, novelist, literary critic, and essayist.
I exist in two places. here, and where you are.
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