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this blog hates donald trump
that’s it. that’s the post.
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i was the most
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Artist Georgia O'Keeffe’s house at Ghost Ranch, near Abiquiu, New Mexico Photographer: John Candelario Date: circa 1943? Negative Number 165657
you know what i realized. maybe i’m a leslie knope. maybe i won’t meet my ben wyatt for like another ten years.
you want to know why? because if i met him now, he’d be the mayor of fucking ice town and i can’t handle that shit.
but when i meet him, he’ll be ben. he’ll be sweet and kind and geeky and have a slammin’ booty. it’s a long way away, but that’s okay.
this? is the most? motivational thing? I’ve ever read?
Be brave enough to get the help you need, for the recovery you deserve.
advice for those who suffer (via yourenosaint)
Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.
Anne Michaels (via quotemadness)
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i wish i could go back to 1300s europe and die of the bubonic plague at 14
The drive home from a concert where you’re tired but you’re so happy to have witnessed something so great so you just sit there engrossed in memories from the show reblog if u agree