what's behaving?
She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via fawun)
Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .
Abraham Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex  (via sarcasticrustic)
sexgirlsandtattoos:


 

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sexgirlsandtattoos:

 

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sunfl0werpetal:

babeimgonnaleaveu:


Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

holy shit

sunfl0werpetal:

babeimgonnaleaveu:

Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

holy shit

absentions:

girls who can run in heels should be feared