If you meet someone whose soul is not aligned with yours, send them love and move along.
(via eewitsemma)
what I actually keep in my bag.
(via stylingpics)
I need an espresso machine.
(via nestprettythings)
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Points of ContentionWood, plastic, acrylic, styrofoam, glass, plexiglass and salt
Dimensions variable
(via unexpectedwings)
—I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful you make my body forget it has knees at all.
I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.
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This is what people see as they commute to work in Philly.
Hollaback Philly is absolutely doing it right.
Hey Boston, can we get on board here?
(Source: poweredbygirl, via rustbeltbetty)
—Why does my day have to instantly be tarnished by creeps? I left my house feeling good, feeling like I looked good and one old creepy man spreads ick all over my day as I haven’t yet unclenched my jaw or un-grit my teeth. Fed up.
(Source: coffeandcigarettes1, via pinkclava)
// Only three pages//
Instead of writing I have spent the morning wondering if I have what it takes to write. Ugh.
// A rose by any other name?//
What if we write non-fiction and call it fiction? Is it fiction, then?
Does it matter as long as it’s good?
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morning after
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
by Lindsay Bottos
I love this so much. perfect.
(via pointoforigin)
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YES.
(Source: andshedecidedto, via unspokenagreement)
This poster was printed and distributed in the US in 1991.
(Source: thesmellofmypyjama, via eewitsemma)
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