July 31st
 Love, you poison my typewriter. Since you have left, I have had hangovers they could name battleships after. 
— Ernest Hemingway, letter to Martha Gellhorn.  (via c-ovet)

(via a-voice-at-the-end-of-the-line)

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July 30th
 I was built from fragile things—but that doesn’t make me weak. If anything, it makes me stronger. This constant breaking, but also this eventual pull of all the pieces back together. Despite it all. That is strength. 
Shelby Asquith, Always (via avvfvl)

(via dreadful-darling)

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 Because maybe I don’t want to leave the planet invisible. Maybe I need at least one person to remember something about me. 
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via writingwillows)

(via se-ren-d-ipi-ty)

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i wanna be choked and pounded into the mattress and spanked real hard and called a bad little girl then go out for milkshakes and burgers and hold hands and have my forehead kissed

(Source: unluckyrabbitfoot, via se-ren-d-ipi-ty)

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(Source: joshface5000, via tothetides)

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 Much of your pain is self-chosen. 
خليل جبران Khalil Gibran (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: antieverythingism, via nothingistruerthandeath)

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Nan and Cass got me some souvenirs from their trip :)

Nan and Cass got me some souvenirs from their trip :)

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queefyburger:

in need of hickeys and chinese food

(via the-act-is-on)

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caraknightley:

shoutout to 90’s kids for being proudest of their decade for no reason

(Source: goatpolice, via yearlongwinter)

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