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Tired.
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1 bedroom apartment floorplan
Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness. Pearl S. Buck (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

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A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her. Jonaida Estrada González, (x)

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After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week. This thought has been haunting me for months (via sebatsianstans)

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If you were happy with the wrong person, imagine how happy you’ll be with the right one. Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)

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hante:


"It’s about 4 o’clock on a Thursday, and a caftan-bedecked Karlie Kloss is perched on the edge of a gigantic, fuming volcano crater, her bare legs and feet dangling into the hazy void.'Make it look more adventurous,' calls out Ryan McGinley, the photographer snapping her from an equally precarious spot on a nearby outcropping of rock.'It’s pretty damn adventurous,' Kloss yells back.”

Karlie Kloss at Masaya Volcano National Park by Ryan McGinley for T, The New York Times Style Magazine 

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She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her. Colleen Brown, “I’m not there for you, I’m here for you” (via cinnym0n)

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