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Ashleigh, 21 , Michigan.


brave-fart:

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brave-fart:

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brave-fart:

brave-fart:

brave-fart:

did you hear about the italian chef who died?

he pasta way

he just ran out of thyme

here today, gone tomato

his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it

we never sausage a tragedy coming

ashes to ashes, crust to crust

there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world

(Source: sofunnyimcryan, via d3athshand)

— 7 hours ago with 180523 notes

filmchrist:

The Place Beyond the Pines (2012)

filmchrist:

The Place Beyond the Pines (2012)

(via suburban-nothing)

— 7 hours ago with 4930 notes

chezphoto:

this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june

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— 7 hours ago with 293924 notes

digi-egg:

昼下がりのパルモン by OKAN.

digi-egg:

昼下がりのパルモン by OKAN.

(via windowlicker)

— 7 hours ago with 758 notes

ribbu:

there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me

it’s called the throne

(via windowlicker)

— 7 hours ago with 763317 notes

officialfrenchtoast:

Lesson learned from video games [x]

(via wallcuddler)

— 7 hours ago with 41467 notes

jaclcfrost:

some people’s voices are just very appealing. you can’t explain it. there is no way to describe it. it’s just like. how. why. why does your voice do things to me. why does it make me feel things. why. how. why

(via wallcuddler)

— 7 hours ago with 342889 notes

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mymodernmet:

French photographer Florian Beaudenon's series Instant Life offers a voyeuristic peek into the homes and lives of different men, women, and families, inviting viewers to inspect their belongings and behaviors from a bird’s-eye view.

Z

— 18 hours ago with 24329 notes

"

I bet your pillow has bruises
from secrets sleeping in your head
and you’re holding hands with
the monsters under your bed.

I bet your sheets are shivering
from the ice inside your veins.
You lit a fire in my that won’t
shake in even hurricanes.

Your heart looked like gold
but my palms turned green
cause I believed in things
that could not be seen.

Your mouth tasted like promises
you weren’t shown how to speak
And I was not something you
were taught how to keep.

"
(trm) keep me (via acutelesbian)
— 18 hours ago with 93 notes