Bury the past, along
with the shovel.

Don’t sprint back
to what’s familiar
in an attempt to
regain your footing.

You’ll fall. You’ll fall
every time, and wonder
why the hell it’s become
so difficult to stand up.

Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?


Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)
tssfxx:

helllotittys:

have—not:

i love this photo because at first you think that she was going to get married but instead her husband to be left her, or something like that. but actually its quite the opposite. i clicked on the source and it brought me to an article explaining the story behind this photo, and shes not crying, shes hungover. her and her husband went to a football game on their wedding day, and got extremely drunk and partied all night. they took the subway home because they couldn’t drive. so no, its not a sad heartbreaking story, its a crazy joyful one. which in my opinion makes the picture even more amazing.


CAN PEOPLE PLEASE REBLOG THE PIC WITH THIS CAPTION^ AND NOT THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE IS SAD AND ARE LIKE “POOR GIRL GOD BLESS”
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via quotes-shape-us)

fierrrrrrce:

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kennykayy:

Bae 😍

radioraheemsdaughter:

bellecosby:

whoa-bruh:

bellecosby:

My goal in life is to make a nigga feel the way Terrance Howard was feeling when Beyonce was giving him a lap dance 

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SAME.

NEW GOAL

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I’M TRYNA HAVE A NIGGA QUESTIONING HIS WHOLE LIFE EXISTENCE LIKE NICKI HAD DRAKE AFTER SHE GAVE HIM A LAPDANCE 

GOALS!!!!!!!!

>>

radioraheemsdaughter:

I got a big, fat ass. 

LAWD!!

fierrrrrrce:

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