hypocriteofwords:

I kinda miss my bangs and my gauges. 

hypocriteofwords:

I kinda miss my bangs and my gauges. 

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The fact is, I need God to help me love God. And if I need His help to love Him, a perfect being, I definitely need His help to love other, fault-filled humans.
— F. Chan, Crazy Love (via dailydoseofstuf)
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Love is not kindly nor yet grim
But does to you as you to him.
"Advice to Lovers" from twenty-something Robert Graves, born on this day in 1895  (via explore-blog)
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humansofnewyork:

I asked him for his photo. He stared at me for a few seconds, then felt my forehead with the back of his hand, then stared at me for a few more seconds, then said: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

humansofnewyork:

I asked him for his photo. He stared at me for a few seconds, then felt my forehead with the back of his hand, then stared at me for a few more seconds, then said: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

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You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn’t feel good.
— Bill Konigsberg, Openly Straight (via splitterherzen)
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ungoliantschilde:

Frank Cho in black and white.

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explore-blog:

Amelia Earhart, born on this day in 1897, on marriage – the bold, ahead-of-its-time letter she sent to her future husband the day before their wedding.

explore-blog:

Amelia Earhart, born on this day in 1897, on marriage – the bold, ahead-of-its-time letter she sent to her future husband the day before their wedding.

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