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Thee most beautiful human I’ve ever layed eyes on 😍

The most perfect human

THIS IS PERFECTION 

WHO IS THIS

Legit perfection

thats Mimi Elashiry 

There are things I can’t force. I must adjust. There are times when the greatest change needed is a change of my viewpoint.

I would rather paint the eyes of people than cathedrals, because there is something in their eyes that is not in the cathedral, solemn and imposing as it is—the soul of a human being, whether that of a poor beggar or a street girl, is in my view more interesting.

Vincent van Gogh (via apoetreflects)

Everything

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You (via dare-you-to-love-me)

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pinkmanjesse:

i can only handle so much socializing until i get tired and start getting irritated towards everyone and want to go home and sleep or lock myself in my room and go on the computer

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sosa-parks:

When a girl says “Make me” that’s secret code for “fuck the shit outta me until I can’t walk or talk straight”

Omg so sexy

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burgrs:

hi im here to ruin everything 

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