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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Kiana Khansmith
Stranger Things
Origami Around
AnasAbdin
ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@mariaperdue
THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
Excuse you.
Excuse you
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
we all need this on our blogs
This is the most beautiful post on all of Tumblr.
Thank you.
Not reblogging this is sin
i just want to get enough sleep and read more books
do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence
Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
Hey sweetie, you never seem to post updates anymore! How are you doing? xx
Hey there! First of all, it's very nice that someone has noticed my absence, so thanks for caring ;) Well, I'm fine. My recovery is going good I think. I'm not gaining weight but I'm slowly increasing my calories so I think that's good. I'm still dancing ballet. Actually, last December I got kinda important papers in the Nutcracker play my academy does, so yeah ballet is fine. Right now I'm in vacations but on Tuesday I'm going back to school. I'm not posting anymore because (ik its cliché) but I don't have time to do it. School it's heavy right now and I practice ballet 4 times a week, and I also have homework so yeah, there is not a lot of time left. I still scroll my dash to check on you guys! I still looove Tumblr, I'm just now observing instead of participating ;) But if you want to check on me, you can follow my Instagram (maria.perdue), I post there quite often.And yeah, that's my life at the moment. Today I'm feeling a bit low, but yeah...
Stop taking pride in your ability to destroy yourself.
Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up At Night #41 (via michellekpoems)
NEWSFLASH- ALL COOKIES ARE “GUILT FREE COOKIES” BECAUSE COOKIES AREN’T FUCKING SOMETHING TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT
Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
(via themilkywhiteway)
And if your daughter came to you, crying with hunger, would you tell her no? Would you tell her she is too fat, she wants to much, she must shrink into society? No. Then why would you tell yourself the exact same thing? You are somebody’s daughter.
Michelle K., You Are Somebody’s Daughter. (via michellekpoems)
omg this reminds me of the most adorable time when my friend had leaked in art class and she was tearing up a bit and this guy who’s usually quiet but is judged as a jerk because his friends tend to be jerks gets up and throws red paint on the side of her shorts and on his own shorts and throws a couple of other colors in too and starts a mini paint war and other people joined in and i nearly cried because of how cute it was
When men are not jerks about menstruation they’re the best
Sometimes you just can’t save someone from themselves.
Dave Grohl, In response to Kurt Cobain’s suicide (via tenuous-magic)
Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it.
Oh my fucking god. READ THAT SHIT OVER AND OVER (via malevia)
I’m not sure what love is, but I think it’s hearing her say, “You’re an asshole,” while her smile betrays the words that just came out of her mouth. It’s getting a FaceTime call at eight in the morning so she can show you her outfit, because she thinks she looks really cute that day. I think love is blurting out exactly how you feel about her when she asks you why you’re looking at her “like that.” It’s unplanned and sloppy, the exact opposite of how you wanted it to happen; but the smile on her face tells you that it was perfect in its own way. Love is being afraid to let her know about certain parts of yourself, but telling her anyways. It’s making breakfast with her in the morning, dancing with her despite your two left feet, and passionately singing the wrong lyrics just to hear her laugh. I’m not sure what love is, but it just might be magic.
(via hvndwritten)
today papa john’s called my starbucks and they were like “are u guys interested in a trade” and five frappuccinos later they gave us two large pizzas and a large order of cheesy bread
ok but this seems adorable to me
like kids at lunch
this is what my coffee shop does with the Subway next door. each large latte equals one 6 inch sandwich. we trade at noon and 7PM
This is how the world should run
2015
shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y’all.
