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Colors of the Atacama Desert (Salta, Argentina) by Stéphane San Quirce.

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Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via creatingaquietmind)

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The other day a medical professional used the phrase “pee pee” in reference to my vagina and I was so mortified.


There’s a fish and chip shop on the Isle of Wight called The Codfather. 

Also, Campbell’s Sloop is definitely not a sloop. A sloop has a mast and some sails. That thing’s a launch at best.

You say you miss me, and I say I miss you so much

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Texting the bae

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Why does no one ever talk about Andromeda Tonks I mean she was a pure-blood Slytherin in the Black family and she still chose to marry a muggle born despite being disowned and then she raised one of the most badass witches in all of existence and joined the Order of the Phoenix and when her husband, daughter and son-in-law all died in the war, she stepped up and helped raise Teddy seriously that woman was a fucking hero.

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I need to be alone but I’m so sad to leave. The break up is mutual.

1 day ago on July 22, 2014 at 02:48am

i am not from here. my hair smells of the wind and is full of constellations, and i move about this world with a healthy disbelief.