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maddie; 21/atx.
my positive negative brain
one cheeky bastard.
surgery and horses
"great art is shit, buy tacos."
-charles bukowski

Nat Wolff drinking from flower vessels in Palo Alto (2013)

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Arabella | Arctic Monkeys

And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge

And her kiss the color of a constellation falling into place

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drarna:

i may not be your cup of tea but i’m your 10th shot of tequila

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"I do not feel good. I’ve got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you."
Charles Bukowski, Somebody (via trueheroinex)

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"I loved you on this day. I love this memory."
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind  (via breakfastathepburns)

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"Sometimes you have to be your own fucking hero."
Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy, Phoenix Monumentour, 8/8/14 (via missinyouiskillingme)

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temporary-frame-of-mind:

The stationWhere I told youI love you

temporary-frame-of-mind:

The station
Where I told you
I love you

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daannniiielleee:

most amazing feeling to wake up in fresh mountain air, look out through a cozy tent and see nothing but ocean, waves, and nature for miles. Camping in Big Sur was a trip

daannniiielleee:

most amazing feeling to wake up in fresh mountain air, look out through a cozy tent and see nothing but ocean, waves, and nature for miles. Camping in Big Sur was a trip

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thomeyorker:

David Lynch around 1966, when he was an art student at the PAFA

thomeyorker:

David Lynch around 1966, when he was an art student at the PAFA

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"Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange."
Kneller- Wristcutters: A Love Story (via bringmethegalaxy)
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If you won’t sing in the car with me when we drive, we can’t be friends

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