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Creative, paranoid, & stubborn
explorer level my face & thoughts


Lazy puss 🐱🌿#carternancysupertramp

“Jake apparently stayed away from the press and when he returned to filming, there was a scene where the actors had to put photos of their better half in the locker and Jake put a photo of Heath. Everyone laughed but everyone felt the sadness and meaning of what Jake did…”
If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual. (via melaniemandala)

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Thanks for posting this lovely xo Lang 
My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon,BN.com + The Book Depositoryand bookstores worldwide.
Happy birthday to my big sis who is a new mommy again! Can’t wait to see y’all real soon! Love you, sissy!
Sunrise crescent
By the way he
touched me, I
knew it would
hurt when he
left me.
i was right, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

(via therivercabin)

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. (via intensional)

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