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i be hating on some friends boyfriends n they didnt even do anything itâs just a matter of principle to me
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The Garden with Sunflower, 1887
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam, Netherlands
Bathing in Moonlight - Andy Lovell
British, b. 1964 -
Silkscreen , 42 x 60 cm . 17 x 24 in. E d. 14Â
be the madwoman in your own attic
I don't do flings, I devote myself to someone for centuries in a vampire-esque way
The Voice of God
by Mary Karr
Ninety percent of whatâs wrong with you could be cured with a hot bath, says God from the bowels of the subway. but we want magic, to win the lottery we never bought a ticket for. (Tenderly, the monks chant, embrace the suffering.) The voice of God does not pander, offers no five-year plan, no long-term solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond & local. Donât look for your initials in the geese honking overhead or to see thru the glass even darkly. It says the most obvious crapâ put down that gun, you need a sandwich.
Aura for aura
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, iâm just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
maybe just one more giant anvil falling on my head will fix me
well⊠*pushes up glasses* iâm something of a fucking idiot myself đ
to the enlightened mind a cowboy hat is a type of halo
Sometimes you meet someone, and itâs so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether youâre in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. Itâs so clear, right off the bat, that this is what youâre supposed to be doing, that this is what youâre for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I donât know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.
first base is murdering you. second base is ressurecting you from the grave. third base is murdering you a second time