The Girl Behind The Book
For all the times you stood by me

gunsounds:

I don’t wanna do shit my senior year but just be coolin

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emits:

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officialbeyonceknowles:

u deserve a nice boy who texts u back and buys u tacos and doesn’t kiss other girls behind ur back and who makes u laugh and thinks ur funny

that me

um no that’s me

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essie:

It’s tennis season. Serve up a match made in essie heaven.


jakemalik:

the amount of pictures I would take if I had a hot body is unimaginable 

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You sucked his dick. He better be buying you flowers.

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verticalfood:

Raspberry Limoncello Lemonade (by Sweet Peas & Saffron)


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werey0uh0nestwithy0urself:

aminaabramovic:

I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”

like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church

you can literally have it all sis

the world is yours

This is the most inspiring thing I have ever read

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watsonette:

mintydroid:

oitnb season 3 requirements

  • for poussey to never be sad ever.
  • no larry

For red to be queen again

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"

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"
- Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

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writing “sorry” at the bottom of your math test

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