I'm beyond repair, let me be.
I'm a girl in case you were wondering, 20, College student, Colombian, not a drug dealer. Fact: drug lord Pablo Escobar died 20 years ago.
I'm beyond repair, let me be.
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There is a strong wall about me to protect me:
It is built of the words you have said to me.

There are swords about me to keep me safe:
They are the kisses of your lips.

Before me goes a shield to guard me from harm:
It is the shadow of your arms between me and danger.

All the wishes of my mind know your name,
And the white desires of my heart
They are acquainted with you.
The cry of my body for completeness,
That is a cry to you.
My blood beats out your name to me, unceasing, pitiless
Your name, your name.

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Love Song, Mary Carolyn Davies (late 19th/early 20th century)
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coolator:

Sydney Corcoran poses at the finish line one year after she was injured in the Boston Marathon bombing. More Here
coolator:

Sydney Corcoran poses at the finish line one year after she was injured in the Boston Marathon bombing. More Here
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sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

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(via thewastedgeneration)
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nonvoglioperdertineoranemai:

prigionieradellatimidezza:

eraintempestacomeilmare:

la prima foto in cui l’italiano viene tradotto in inglese

questa foto la rebloggherò sempre haha 

Meravigliosaaa
The plot holes in this episode physically wounded me.
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queentaurean:

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I never get tired of this photo.
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”

ALWAYS REBLOGGING THIS. 


Love you both, girls.
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vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014