November 19th, 2013

What I really love about this story is that you can see the differences of how a girl and how a boy thinks. How he thinks he’ll never have a chance with her while the girl is already secretly falling in love with him. Also how he judges her by many things but at the end or after they became a couple 3 months later, he doesn’t because all the judgements vanished because he actually got to know her/ her personality and all these judgements that he built up, fell apart. This is a true story it’s not fictional, everything written was actually in their minds when they met each other on the 21st December 2012.
e.n.m 

What I really love about this story is that you can see the differences of how a girl and how a boy thinks. How he thinks he’ll never have a chance with her while the girl is already secretly falling in love with him. Also how he judges her by many things but at the end or after they became a couple 3 months later, he doesn’t because all the judgements vanished because he actually got to know her/ her personality and all these judgements that he built up, fell apart. This is a true story it’s not fictional, everything written was actually in their minds when they met each other on the 21st December 2012.

e.n.m 

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November 18th, 2013

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that odd moment when south park says something more beautiful and poetic than most television shows out there

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webmd:

let me sleep in ur stupid t-shirts and hold ur dumb hand u piece of shit

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November 11th, 2013
life1nmotion:

From the street, this 2012 renovation by Personal Architecture cannot be distinguished from its neighbors in the Hague, The Netherlands.

life1nmotion:

From the street, this 2012 renovation by Personal Architecture cannot be distinguished from its neighbors in the Hague, The Netherlands.

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November 6th, 2013
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski  (via drapetomania)

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November 4th, 2013