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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
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A victorious University of Mississippi player being kissed by a cheerleader after the Cotton Bowl (1956)
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A victorious University of Mississippi player being kissed by a cheerleader after the Cotton Bowl (1956)

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So…get back to work.
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Sep 22, 2014 / 194 notes

lulufrost:

So…get back to work.

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Conditions are never perfect. ‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. If it’s important to you and you want to do it ‘eventually’, just do it and correct the course along the way.
Tim Ferriss 

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Sep 22, 2014 / 2,595 notes
3AM: the time to miss people who don’t miss you.
Ten Word Story #11 

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Sep 22, 2014 / 264,710 notes
Who dares, win.
Paulo Coelho 

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Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

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oh my god she is a fucking boss

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Sep 16, 2014 / 97,131 notes
And I shall love thee as long as my cell phone battery lasts
Millennial Poetry  

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Sep 16, 2014 / 510 notes
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
I am large, I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman 

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Sep 16, 2014 / 2,094 notes
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A.A. MilneWinnie-the-Pooh (via feellng)
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Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Andrea Gibson 

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