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holdonthyway:

I don’t normally reblog stuff like this, but this makes me so happy.
Sep 15, 2014 / 58,706 notes

holdonthyway:

I don’t normally reblog stuff like this, but this makes me so happy.

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clothes
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eleven-three:



Marilyn six weeks before she passed, still as ethereal and beautiful inside and out as ever by the wonderful George Barris in July, 1962 for Cosmopolitan Magazine.

 June 1st 1926 - August 4th 1962.



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Sep 15, 2014 / 79,431 notes

the-chanel-charade:

eleven-three:


Marilyn six weeks before she passed, still as ethereal and beautiful inside and out as ever by the wonderful George Barris in July, 1962 for Cosmopolitan Magazine.

June 1st 1926 - August 4th 1962.

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Sep 15, 2014 / 39,064 notes
One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth"   (via terrible)

Holy shit

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Sep 15, 2014 / 568,867 notes
chemistry.
is
you touching my arm
and
it
setting fire to my mind.
flood, nayyirah waheed (via fawun)

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Sep 15, 2014 / 232,922 notes
I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.

Charles Bukowski (via ephe)

Jesus.. This hits home.

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Sep 15, 2014 / 45,131 notes
somebody once said,
“never say something in 3 words,
if you can say it in 47.”
so here it goes.
i love the way your nose crinkles when you smile.
but god damn, do i loathe that smile with a cigarette dangling from your lips.
and i’m infatuated with the way you used to stare at me.
your hands anywhere on my body got my attention.
and our fingers intertwined made my heart race.
your kisses were softer than a butterfly’s.
confidence radiated off you like the sun
& shit, did i envy that.
the ring of your voice in my head when you called me babe,
still echoes off the walls of my head.
every
fucking
day.
i’ll never forget the night that the world was spinning.
& neither of us could stand up straight.
you took my face in your strong, caring hands.
kissed my forehead.
and slurred i love you, too.
i think this is more than 47 words.
but you kept me awake again last night.
so i’ll shorten it back up to 3.
i love you.
don’t fucking leave.

3:32 am thoughts.  (via blondbombshellll)

i miss you more than usual tonight. his breathe tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, instead of mint. i miss you. 

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