Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden  (via bratclub)

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turquoisecowgirl:

Would you like fries with that
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I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.
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sea-dilemma:

Because this country values sports over intelligence.
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officialfrenchtoast:

finding out someone’s been talking shit about u

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watch ur fkn back!!!

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drythroats:

Dream wedding reception.


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I know my being happy is an anomaly. No one knows me better than you. But I can say without avoiding your gaze, without crossing my fingers behind my back; or the other things I do when speaking untruthfully—I am happy. I know the rain does not discriminate between day or night and either will hold its own light and dark—but now, at this very moment, I feel like I am the sun. And I know in my heart, I will always look upon this time—not without a sense of melancholy—that it was the happiest in my life.
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