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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)
syntheticlivesblog:

Your house is no bueno.
Iceland.

mareeps:

my favorite mythical creatures are the happy girls in tampon commercials

breakinq:

vertical/personal

president-brobama:

*takes a handful of candy* wow that’s way too much *puts 1 back*

danielodowd:

brityyb
brutalgeneration:

(by I wish I had a horse’s head)