To Find Ourselves, We Must Lose Ourselves First



Stephania. HWY 101 | San Diego | Montreal. Dix-neuf.
mexiicuntt:

Sunset Cliffs
eleven-three:

tomhanksy:

I am a seeker who’s probably gonna seek again. Los Angeles.

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(Source: sloppyfirsts, via rawcolorado)


penishole:

tobeymacguire:

when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really bad for their girlfriends because if you dont understand how to have sex with a girl in any way other than repeatedly putting your dick in her you are having some really bad sex

I want to reblog this 100 times but I’ll just do it once

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zoeti-c:

The other day, one of my teachers told the class never to comment on the way a girl looks first, especially young girls.  Compliment their personalities, or intelligence, and tell them you like their new haircut later.  If the first thing you compliment a girl on is her appearance, then that is what she will think is the most important thing about herself.

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gypsylolita:


To the moon
eddiemag:

When you’re up late at night and can’t sleep
Its 3am. Everyones asleep, except for you. This is when the world is most vulnerable. When you can’t sleep, look out the window. Talk a walk, you’ll be glad you did. The world is asleep, but the stars are awake. There is beauty somewhere there. The lights are brighter now, compared to the darkness around it.
Think about certain things. Think about your family. Remember to call your grandma soon, they’re only gonna be here for a little bit now, ask for some of their wisdom. Think about him. Think about the one. Think about them sleeping, thing about what they are doing right now. Are they also taking a walk, wondering if you’re asleep too?
The world is a beautiful thing, it just depends on how you’re supposed to look at it. The people around you make the world a better place. 

"don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage."
nevver:

J. Robert Oppenheimer
alou-ette:

seven spoons | this has my attention
eleven-three:

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