it’s that time again

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September 30, 2014

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were you ever really even there?oil, glitter, tulle, tempra on canvas
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Don’t ever ask me to live with less passion, love with less intensity, or let things “be”. To me, there is here, and now…one shot at this crazy life.

— With Grace & Guts (via 69honeybeez1)

September 30, 2014
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following back everyone
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and i miss you, i’m going back home to the west coast

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Grand Central, NYC 1929Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

I think about this at least once a day

We have this picture in our living room


this is surreal i love it
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Sapporo 札幌大通公園 by jessypub on Flickr.
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via wordsnquotes)

September 30, 2014
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“When I was eight, I was confused about being called ‘bossy’ because I wanted to direct the plays that we would put on for our parents. But the boys were not. When at 14, I started to be sexualized by certain elements of the media. When at 15, my girlfriends started dropping out of their beloved sports teams because they didn’t want to appear ‘muscle-y.’ When at 18, my males friends were unable to express their feelings; I decided that I was a feminist.”