shitroughdrafts:

A Streetcar Named Desire, by Tennessee Williams. 1947.

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I walked into this life a lover, and I was carrying a deep hope for you.

Eisley

bl-ind:

*slam dunks your opinion into the trash*

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stillldirty:

It’s so fucking hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.

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The Greendale Seven.

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rneerkat:

adding é to the end of words makes it sound fancé

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tselentis-arch:

Dooega, Achill Island, County Mayo, Ireland

A view through the window of an abandoned house.

Photo: Harry Ormond

Ireland

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The Island of the White Cow; Memories of an Irish Island (English and Irish Edition)

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hermione:

Kerry Washington photographed by Diego Uchitel

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I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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resolutewoman:

needtobreathe-throughsmoke:

Copyright Joshua Drake Photography

Bear.

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Hello gorgeous! (by Roger Rich for Zoo Magazine, 2007, hi res close up)

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grrrlfever:

if ur secretly in love with me u should tell me

not because those feelings might be reciprocated but because its really good for my ego

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