nickjamesbxtch:

Gpoy

nickjamesbxtch:

Gpoy

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hurried:

my anaconda dont want none unless you got buns hun

hurried:

my anaconda dont want none unless you got buns hun

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Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them. Iyanla Vanzant. (via xenololi)

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Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are. Iain S. Thomas (via psych-facts)
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bahliss:

15 year old Karlie Kloss is so important

(Source: prayingforsnejana)

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bahliss:

15 year old Karlie Kloss is so important

(Source: prayingforsnejana)

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People get tired of your sadness Anouk (via nervosum)

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me at friends house
  • friend: so... what do u wanna do
  • me: idk its ur house
  • friend: idk ur the guest
  • me: idk its ur house
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Prince William & Kate Middleton on their graudation day at St Andrew’s University (2005).

Prince William & Kate Middleton on their graudation day at St Andrew’s University (2005).

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tungstens:

we all have a favorite eyebrow

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chanel-stylish:

x

chanel-stylish:

x

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REBLOG IF U HELLA STRESSED

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Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy. Mother Teresa (via instrumentality)

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I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change. Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via whyallcaps)
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