i learned a valuable lesson today and that is to never try atomic flavor at wingstop ever again

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THIS GUY needs to get his face out of MY chicken wings or he’s gonna have another thing coming

THIS GUY needs to get his face out of MY chicken wings or he’s gonna have another thing coming

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red-lipstick:

Elina Grethen - Meanwhile in Antarctic, 2012     Paintings: Acrylics

red-lipstick:

Elina Grethen - Meanwhile in Antarctic, 2012     Paintings: Acrylics

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teethvsteeth:

Nana Grizol | Arthur Hall

Just above my head, I could hear your heart beating
But oh, would not stand to let you in
So often that what you long for and that what’s your terror
Will stand side by side, i
n the end you’ll decide

When the picture’s too tearful to look on
Will it show the walls we could never break down
Or the spaces left empty from too many places
For the ones who just can’t hang around
Can you hum him home? Or hum home him?

Is it something that seeps slowly from your skin?
'Cause oh, how it drips drolly from your sense of what's a sin
I know that it’s never been easy
But so many things, well they’ve just never been!

But it’s sure your heart, it was always a pure one
You could feel it in each second guess
But the things you prescribed for your self preservation
Were mildly destructive at best

We were patient, and wonder sometimes where you headed
And know now no, we never knew
Despite all the things that you dreaded
To find something fresh

Something real
Something true

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You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.  Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (via feellng) _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I was talking about time. It’s so hard for me to believe in it. Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay. I used to think it was my
rememory. You know. Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it’s not. Places, places are still there. If a house burns down, it’s gone, but the place—the picture of it—stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around out there outside my head. I mean, even if I don’t think if, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there. Right in the place where it happened.
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franryott:

I actually can’t cope with this

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When you commit to doing something, you make a promise to yourself. And when you break that promise out of laziness, discouragement, or fear, you are only cheating yourself. You are not “getting away with something.” You are only getting away from your own potential. When you commit to making your dream come true, that is the promise you simply decide to never, ever break. It doesn’t matter how many times you get discouraged, or exhausted, or frustrated, you just remember that you have not given yourself the option to quit. That is what commitment is — when the idea of ever stopping your efforts simply doesn’t exist. You have infinite patience and resilience because there is no other option. You have the ability to bear the pain and frustration because you must find a way to beat it. It doesn’t mean it won’t feel hard to press on — it might feel impossible, and yet you still find a way to keep going. You simply always press on. At a certain point, all your effort and energy and power is only directed towards your dream, and you no longer have to waste any energy on trying to motivate yourself to keep going. On discouragement. (via geometricity) _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


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