Purple Bow Tie Hola! :)

sodamnrelatable:

when one of your friends is sad just go to their house and do this

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surprisebitch:

fuckyeahitspcola:

MY ANACONDA DON’T!

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MY ANACONDA DON’T!

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MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NUN UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN!

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neongenesisevangelistchurch:

WEARING A NEW PAIR OF SKINNY JEANS FOR THE FIRST TIME

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arabellesicardi:

"text me when you get home" means "i love you, be safe." 

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achoomnida:

if you’re gonna unfollow me you’ll have to go through

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the perfume department 

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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles” (via kushandwizdom)

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pizzoner:

I imagine bumping into my internet friends on the street like “sor-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life (via kushandwizdom)

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shutupaubrey:

if you’re a boy and you cry it is not dumb and you are not a pussy you’re a fucking human being

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