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Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
 —Mary Oliver (via observando)
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.  —note to self  (via avenue)

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lunatical:

euxinus:

Bob Marley

he looks so attractive in this

lunatical:

euxinus:

Bob Marley

he looks so attractive in this

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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.  —Colette (via observando)

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erinpepper:

Goodnight

erinpepper:

Goodnight

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Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who’s an 8 color type…I’m like, hey girl, Magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no I want Magenta!  —John Mayer (via observando)
And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to hell.  —Dallas Green  (via suchvodka)

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