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Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.
- Yasmin Mogahed  (via thatkindofwoman)

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bitchpuddinq:

why do parents get so upset about little things like goddamn I left a plate in the sink not a dead body

Or I left all the plates in the sink but it’s not like I’m addicted to cocaine or anything.

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The best smell in the world is that man that you love.
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Jennifer Aniston

Everything you love is here

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might-catch-my-crazy:

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underwon:

my brain has too many tabs open

Most accurate thing ever

I can’t find the one that is playing that fucking song

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My mother used to say to me, ‘You can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you.’ And these words played and bothered me, I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume. It was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant by saying that you can’t eat beauty is that you can’t rely on beauty to sustain you. What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.
- Lupita Nyong’o  (via tiredestprincess)

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wartortles:

*holding phone in hand* where the fuck is my phone

I do this all the time and then I want to slap myself.

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My dear, I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all. Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage? Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee? Falsely yours.
- Albert Camus  (via versteur)

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neptunain:

people are going to start walking around with unlit cigarettes after this dumb fucking movie premiers i just know it

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