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"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark."

— N’tima (via thouartmostlovely)

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mortisia:

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

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Looks like the young people abusing stimulants

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kiss me hard before you go
summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
that, baby, you’re the best

I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness

I think I’ll miss you forever
like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
later’s better than never
even if you’re gone I’m gonna drive

I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness

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I started thinking about the ghost of a little boy I saw at a Flea Market in Florence several years ago. I was 11 years old. I was there with my grandma and we were looking through antiques. She was talking to someone and I remember seeing this boy walking around the two women behind the counter. He was wearing clothes like in this photo, which seemed odd, except that he was wearing a newsboy cap and a little vest. I really thought he was strange but he was kind of cute (we were around the same age) and he was smiling at me making eye contact like he was going to tell me something. The ladies at the counter seemed oblivious that he was there and me, thinking he was alive, thought he was kind of rude for walking behind the counter and getting in their way. So my grandma and I are literally the only other people in this old Flea Market. We are walking down one of the long, long aisles and the boy comes riding past us on one of those old Victorian bicycles, just like in the photo. I thought he was trying to show out and be annoying like little boys do to get your attention. But then he and his bicycle suddenly disappeared. It was like he bicycled into the wall (nowhere else to go) and vanished. I asked my grandma is she saw the boy disappear. She was like “What boy? What are you talking about?” Apparently she and the two women up front had no idea what I was saying. They didn’t see any boy. Well this bothered me and I remember double-checking the entire Flea Market before we left. My mom was waiting for us out in the car and I remember my grandma was telling her that I thought a saw a boy and they were poking fun at me. I was frustrated because I knew what I saw. I think that Flea Market is shut down now.

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goth stripper? lol

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pansgrotto:

Satyr and Nymph

Don’t slip and fall…lol