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I can be someone’s and still be my own.
Unknown, (via kushandwizdom)

burger8161:

thatenglishamericangirl:

elsa-everdeen:

teenyweenynotepad:

artemislocheia:

5sos-smut-world:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

I FOUND IT ✊

I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL

Who first posted this?

You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.
Albert Einstein (via astiers)

untexting:

Isn’t it weird how we basically have an endless mental conversation with ourselves?

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
Blakney Francis, (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)