I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home. Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange (via coyotegold)

(Source: larmoyante, via f1ght-f0r-l-o-v-e)

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I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.

Ten words story: you lost me. (via maisjetaime)

You always do 

(via universal-crush)

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fwayg:

justrah:

the squad and I

my favorite
the-tangentuniverse:

hitlers-pubes:

Barry Johnson of Joyce Manor

barry johnson will be the death of me
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