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Keni

Origami Around

Andulka
One Nice Bug Per Day

#extradirty
Peter Solarz
AnasAbdin
Sade Olutola

if i look back, i am lost
Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home

⁂
Game of Thrones Daily
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Kiana Khansmith
seen from Spain
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seen from France

seen from Georgia
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seen from United States

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@lostsoulintranslation
I LICKED IT, SO ITS MINE.
Oh yes
The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
love is deliberate. (via theriverjordyn)
Reblog if people say you don't look your age.
Every day
Fucked
dont lose a diamond chasing after glitter.
(via punksntdead)
💗💙💗💙
(via lovesick-babyygirl)
The death of the soul is a lack of passion
I've got my list☻
I like you most with bed head and a smile. A glimmer in your half opened eyes.
me (via passport2passion)
This is especially true on Tumblr. Most of the people I follow aren’t posting nude selfies. Most of them aren’t even posting clothed selfies. I seriously doubt I’ll ever be in the same room with any of you during my lifetime. Your bodies don’t matter to me. Your age doesn’t matter. Honestly, very little about your real life matters. Deep down, I just don’t care. What I do care about is whether the things you post make me smile. If I’m following you and reblogging you every day, it’s not because you have great tits. It’s because of something about the things your post, the comments you make or just the way you look at the world. Something about your mind and the way you express yourself on Tumblr makes me happy and I appreciate the hell out of that. I know people say thank you to their followers all the time, but this made me want to take a few minutes to thank the people I follow. You all brighten my day and waste ungodly amounts of my time and I’m glad you. You’re all good folks in your own warped, seriously disturbed way.
Well said. Although there are many beautiful women here who love to tease and taunt us men