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2 weeks ago on May 17, 2012 at 04:24pm
Into the white by Like neon love on Flickr.
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vayaoriginalidad
2 weeks ago on May 17, 2012 at 04:20pm
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
Irish Proverb
(I come from a proud Irish family, and this is something they certainly live by. They also often state that if it wasn’t for alcohol, the Irish would take over the world)
(I come from a proud Irish family, and this is something they certainly live by. They also often state that if it wasn’t for alcohol, the Irish would take over the world)
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iheartloons
2 weeks ago on May 17, 2012 at 04:15pm
I love everything about her hair!! Beautiful.
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gotmalik
2 weeks ago on May 17, 2012 at 04:12pm
Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.
Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet (via synnestorm)
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larmoyante
2 weeks ago on May 16, 2012 at 12:30pm
