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I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go.

Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer  (via sexpansion)

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butteredbeauties asked:

Hey stranger, how have you been?! :)

I’m fine I guess. Had a long work day and I’m trying to not fall asleep. I’m happy you’ve come back; welcome back. I think I might still have somewhere in my hard disk a poem you wrote in your previous tumblr.

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[…] boobs are pretty great all the time. Only a small handful of boobs are ever worthy of disdain, and those are weird Tarantinoverse boobs that are sinister and maladroit, like the ones on that lady in the tub from The Shining. Horror titties, basically. All other boobs are wonderful, and ladies, stop thinking that anything else is the case.

Felix Clay: 5 Deceptive Ways to Make Yourself Hotter (Temporarily)

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meanplastic:

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I think I wasn’t ever Me. But only appeared to be Me. Until you made Me. I don’t think I will ever be Me again.

#TheFeels Directo al hígado

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Background art from The Road To El Dorado

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a-thelittledevil:

"You created me. I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility”

Fight Club (1999) , David Fincher

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