I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
—Arthur Miller, The Crucible
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Who are we kidding kid, we were just born into this.
Hello again, Tumblr.
Who needs a glass when you have an entire pitcher of mimosas?
Summer stoopin.
Content.
Ready to cruise. #longboardsandlesbians
Fuck.
There’s something about the way her smile meets her cheeks,
And the way her eyes adapt softly given any moment.
Sometimes I wonder,
How can one person be so much all at once.
I couldn’t tell you the day or time,
but I can tell you I loved her without looking down at my watch.
I didnt need a second to think about my answer,
Loving her is without question or doubt,
Effortless and inherent.
Hellur.
Thoughts on working currently.
Reminding myself everyday.
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
—Mark Twain (via lepetitchatblanc)
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We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
—Ernest Hemingway (via allhopedies)
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