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“Half of her beauty is her brain.”

— (via abdullah-ryf)

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Wholesome Pics Of Black Cats To Show They Have Nothing To Do With Bad Luck

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Cuteness

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These iron islands appear in the middle of the salt lake Arizaro in Argentina, their colors are the result of oxidation across millions of years.-Stéphane San Quirce

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Daily Reminder.

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Anonymously ask me anything you want.

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We fall in love three times.

We fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Each one for a specific reason.

First love

This love often happens at a young age. You eventually grow apart or call it quits over silly things. When you get older you may look back and think it wasn’t love. But the truth is, it was. It sad love for what you knew love to be. There are different depths of love.

Second love

The hard one. You get hurt in this one. This love teaches us lessons and makes us stronger. This love includes great pain, lies, betrayal, abuse, drama and damage.

But this is the one where we grow. We realised what we love about love and what we don’t love about love.

Now we know the difference between good and bad humans. Now we become closed, careful, cautious and considerate.

We know exactly what we want and don’t want.

Third love

This one comes blindly. No warning. It creeps on you silently.

You don’t go looking for this love. It comes to you.

You can put up ANY wall you want, it will be broke down. You’ll find yourself caring about that person without trying. They look nothing like your usual crush types, but you get lost in their eyes daily. You see beauty in their imperfections. You hide nothing from them. You want marriage and family with them. You thank the universe for them. You truly love them.

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i feel so sorry for earth. we destroy everything.

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together we will create a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls so hard that the foundation rocks and cracks. our home will be gentle, it will be warm. i will keep you safe and you will keep me still. no fear, no hurt, no worry. we come from broken and twisted places but together we will build something whole and safe. we will curl around each other like a pair of quotation marks at night, warm and comforted. in the mornings, you’ll sing in the shower again. we will heal, and we will raise a family that doesn’t need to heal.