Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul. Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via awakenedvibrations)

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-allnightmarelong:

THIS WAS THE CUTEST OKAY?

I couldn’t even tell you

how many times

I’ve wanted to see myself

through your eyes.

And I often wonder if those

butterflies in your stomach

are still alive.

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lnsonmia:

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nutellanatalia:

I lost 60 pounds over the course of 4 months and I couldn’t be any happier! Thank you so much to Ana for recommending this natural cleanse. I will update with more progress pictures soon! #transformationtuesday


congrats! I just started using this cleanse last week and I can feel the changes in my mood and energy omg

omg I just got a free bottle from the website, wish me luck!

I saw that they were doing a promotional sale and was giving a bottle for free so I gave it a try. I can feel the difference after a week already. Bless you Natalia

congrats!
  • Things I'm bad at: singing
  • Things I do a lot: sing
I’m not beautiful, I don’t care. One thing women don’t know is that you don’t have to be beautiful. You don’t have to be beautiful to fuck anyone you want. Courtney Love (via bbaybi)

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The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. Orlando, Virginia Woolf (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. Kurt Vonnegut (via nevermindtheb0ll0cks)

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

this hit me hard

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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Laurell K. Hamilton (via jinxestogoaround)

Thiss

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