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This is me and my face.
This tumblr is a peek inside part of my brain. For a view of the rest of my brain, I double dog dare you to check out my other tumblrs: babyjesusonacross, goddamned delightful, hetermorphy, suntan & napalm, bathroom wall anarchy, the psychology of color

10knotes:

a pair of lungs got filled with air and it was awesome

10knotes:

a pair of lungs got filled with air and it was awesome

(Source: annabellehector, via littlebifurious)

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tallyswager:

Louis CK, Seinfeld, Chris Rock and Ricky Gervais - Talking Funny

(Source: youtube.com)

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"Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed."
Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.  (via fuckingcamilla)

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gameraboy:

1964-07-xx Good Housekeeping P043[Detail] by Wishbook on Flickr.
"With the special flavor and all-meat goodness of Spam!"

gameraboy:

1964-07-xx Good Housekeeping P043[Detail] by Wishbook on Flickr.

"With the special flavor and all-meat goodness of Spam!"

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gueule-de-loupviolette:

Lovers,1936.
© Jean-Marie B / Flickr.

gueule-de-loupviolette:

Lovers,1936.

© Jean-Marie B / Flickr.

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"

Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty more levels to go.

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said “Walk” the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if your friend was possibly dying.

Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.

"
Ann Brashares (via observando)
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