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Anonymous: how many followers do you have?

448

stuckinbowserscastle:

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feelingtheneed:

Steve o, bam and Johnny Knoxville

demurest:

d-uhh:

gospel-stitch:

handrolledmenthols:

Caught this gem off the redline the other day. This is my photo, please do not repost it or change the content source.

I smile every time

this is beautiful because it could mean anything. its like they have left you to finish off the sentence for yourself. it could be “let her know right now that she’s beautiful, that you love her, that you cheated, that your have cancer or that you are depressed, but there is one definite meaning to this and its: let her know right now before its too late, before you hurt her even more (if its bad), before its the wrong time and she doesn’t feel the same way (if its an emotion). that is why this is my absolute favourite picture on tumblr

^ wow..

jazzymancia:

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #440 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
When did wishing stop workingor has it ever worked at all?Do we trick ourselves into believingthat the superstitions we hold on to also hold us back?When has wishing melted the snowor brought the rain or cleared the cloudsso the sun could shine again?When has wishing stopped your feet or turned you aroundor put the e the y the b the d and o and o and gback into your mouth in reverseand made you swallow them for once and forever?When has wishing made next time this timeand let you walk away with me?Where has all the salt gone that we’ve tossed over our shouldersand where will I find my cave that holds my pennies?Will I take them back? Will I stop wishing?Maybe, just maybe it’s not the coming truethat matters and it’s not the momentsafter a candle is blown outbut the moment you try, with one breath andeyes closed tight to the world, to make smoke of so many flames.Maybe it’s the wishing and not the wishesthat matter, the unwavering hopethat your feet will stop and your back will turnand the o and the l and l and the e and the gorgeous Hwill find its way from your gorgeous lips in forwardsand make you shout them for once and forever.Maybe, just maybe it’s the wishingand not the coming true that will finally make it bethat the next time you walk awayyou walk away with me.

shit. crying at the Laundry Stop. wowowowow. gentle reminders that i am not a writer tho.

vanillasky79:

Sun and Moon…eternally part of each other, One Light.

the only thigh gap i care about is the one you get when i spread your legs

(via centaur-chelsi)

chubby-bunnies:

fatkini and no makeup :)
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