Damn Chicanos, can’t even speak their own language.– La Misma Luna
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catherineaddington: The Great Gatsby / by F. Scott Fitzgerald Read it online for free courtesy of the University of Adelaide!
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.– Uma Thurman (via youifitkillsmee)
holy-punk: how much old could an old sport sport if an old sport could sport old
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metallikato: I see a little silhouetto of a man ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE Will you do the fandango? ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲＢＯＬＴＳ ＡＮＤ ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ ＶＥＲＹ ＶＥＲＹ ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ Me! Galileo,Galileo Galileo,Galileo Galileo, Figaro magnificooooooooooo~
Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your...– Thich Nhat Hanh (via cosmofilius)
Roll across the bed and don’t stop until your skin finds its way to mine.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
scvlptures: depression is when you don’t really care about anything anxiety is when you care too much about everything and having both is just like what
shouldertappingghosts: If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic...
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caitlynsfeels: theanti90smovement: i kissed a boy once and now i am immortal basically the young adult section of any bookstore
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces” that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now! Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy...– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via midmayseldestchild)