Jenna Martha Focker .

. Planted in California .

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Same

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People are boring, but you're something I can't explain

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To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it’s over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that’s rare…That’s rare and valuable.

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories  (via wordsnquotes)

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Cue, "Tear you apart"

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#pulpfiction by kristyna_krajickova http://ift.tt/1MwbXoI

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The before and after of Netflix and chill

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Perfection ☽ friends drawing of Kristen Wiig

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"Drop by, if you dare"

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LIKING SOMEONE IS SO STRESSFUL

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🎼

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Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POE It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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A selection of skeleton artwork by José Guadalupe Posada. His work often incorporated politics and satirised the events of the time, and later came to be associated with the Dias de los Muertos. 

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I honestly can not wait! 💕🌸💀🌸

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You’re a mouthful That amounts for another week on my own Now I’m a novel made resourceful I start a chain with my thought

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✨Prepare for takeoff 💫

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"You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place"