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Love is a blind whore
with a mental disease
and no sense of humour.

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Jo.
Australia.
I'm a country girl with a city taste so your going to
find anything on here from my love of horses to my favorite shoes, and a strange obsession with photography and anything Walt Disney.

"I'll always wander, but never be lost."
in-con-sequential:

Doing this for a water color painting :)

in-con-sequential:

Doing this for a water color painting :)

1 day ago
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the source of my youth: 20 things we should have learned by age 20...

source-of-my-youth:

I saw this post written on a blog by my favourite boys from The Buried Life and I couldn’t get it out of my head for at least a couple days.

1. The world is trying to keep you stupid. From bank fees to interest rates to miracle diets, people who are not educated are easier to get money from…

(Source: theburiedlife)

1 day ago
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[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

leikei:

im crying like actualy tears are streaming down my face , this cat = me 

(Source: videohall, via bianca-w)

2 days ago
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Laughing Builds Strong Abs

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

today there was a “flash mob” set up by the seniors because it was their second to last day so they blasted the macarena over the loud speaker and did the dance in the main lobby but our headmaster knew about it so it wasn’t even funny but whilst walking past the elevator i found out why they really did this so called “flash mob”

it was a distraction

they put chickens in the elevator

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(Source: brainandmouth)

4 days ago
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suspensefulgraphics:

This is why I do what I do!

suspensefulgraphics:

This is why I do what I do!

1 day ago
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I used to think Romeo and Juliet was the greatest love story ever written. But now I know. Oh, Romeo certainly thinks he loves his Juliet. Driven by hormones, he unquestionably lusts for her. But if he loves her, it is a shallow love. Soon after meeting her for the first time, he realizes he forgot to ask her for her name. In the end, he finds no comfort in living out the remainder of his life within the paradigm of his love, at least keeping alive the memory of what they had briefly shared. Nor does he seek the reason for her lifelike appearance in death. Does he hold her in his arms one last time and feel the warmth of her blood still coursing through her veins? Does he pinch her to see if she might awaken? Does he hold a mirror to her nose to see if her breath fogs it? No. His alleged love is so superficial and so selfish that he seeks to escape the pain of loss by taking his own life. That’s not love, but infatuation. Had they wed―Juliet bearing many children, bonding, growing together, the masks of the star-struck teens they once were long ago cast away, basking in the love born of a lifetime together―and she died of natural causes, would Romeo have been so moved to take his own life, or would he have grieved properly for her loss and not just his own?
J. Conrad Guest, Backstop (via gildings)

(via yesterdayscause)

1 day ago
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Seeing things that cost over a dollar in the dollar store is the main reason I have trust issues.

(Source: commanderinqueef, via cascadecowgirl)

2 days ago
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