I can’t think of anything but nights with you. Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via bl-ossomed)

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reblog if you a lil chubby

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curlsuponcurls:

I’m not ashamed to say I’m fat. Like, I’m cute, you can’t tell me shit.

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neptunain:

[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

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vinebox:

When you home alone

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psychotiani:

Me af
Still I rise

tessmunster:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

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