dutchster:

when i see a clothing item i like and check the price tag

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lvmrsmn:

skipxd:

lmaoooo

"NIGGA THIS SOME SCARY SHIT! HOLD MY HAND!"

miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it
miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it
miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it
miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it
miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it
miscaitlin:


Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it

miscaitlin:

Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

I want more damn it

(via naiveyoungthing)

“I miss how you wanted me.”
— six word story, #18  (via terrible)

(via sa5mmie)

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn” (via askjdhlfsjkhd)

(via peaches-and-cream-54)