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    lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

    lovequotesrus:

    Everything you love is here

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    Conflict of Disinterest [loadingartist]

    (via imightbemajin)

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    (via anaasoro)

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    neverhurtno1:

So I was shooting Alesana tonight in Baltimore when this girl nearly fell on top of my head after crowd surfing (shame on the venue, there was no security to catch her! She could have gotten hurt!) Anyways, after she did that, Dennis from Alesana gave her a huge hug and a kiss on the head. I happened to be in a good spot to catch the moment and I really want to get this photo to her somehow. If you could reblog this photo in hopes that someone who knows her will find it and tell her, please please please do!

    neverhurtno1:

    So I was shooting Alesana tonight in Baltimore when this girl nearly fell on top of my head after crowd surfing (shame on the venue, there was no security to catch her! She could have gotten hurt!) Anyways, after she did that, Dennis from Alesana gave her a huge hug and a kiss on the head. I happened to be in a good spot to catch the moment and I really want to get this photo to her somehow. If you could reblog this photo in hopes that someone who knows her will find it and tell her, please please please do!

    (via whorr0r)

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    "As the future ripens in the past,
    so the past rots in the future —
    a terrible festival of dead leaves."

    Anna Akhmatova (via observando)

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    "There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you."

    Lessons Learned in Life (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

    I think that my time has come.

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    Reblog if you’re shorter than 5’8.

    (Source: nuocmamboi, via kirkwhore)

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    alibisyndrome:

    mattbellamygoth:

    stop what you doing and press play, you’ll not regret it

    You have to listen to this. I don’t care if you know who Muse are, or if you like them or not. You must hear this.

    (via browsemypage)

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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

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