inthedepthmymind:

I didn’t think I could fall in love,

                                                                                    then I met you.


mannhattan:

♧

mannhattan:


Don’t be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

80s-90s-supermodels:

"Parures D’apres Nature", ELLE France, July 1985Photographer : Hans FeurerModel : Cecilia Chancellor

80s-90s-supermodels:

"Parures D’apres Nature", ELLE France, July 1985
Photographer : Hans Feurer
Model : Cecilia Chancellor


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dannykelly:

“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie


I like this more everytime I see it haha

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dannykelly:

“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie

I like this more everytime I see it haha

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haemus:

He sat on the peeling hood of the car, breathing the frigid air that stung if he took too much of it in. The fog had oozed in about 40 minutes ago, dampening sight and sound. It made him nervous. Every so often, green light flashed faintly on the ground, telling him the stoplight had changed again, and he was methodically counting the flashes of color. Thirty. The counting kept his mind off the painful numbness, a poetic and idiotic oxymoron, he decided, biting its way through his fingers. Thirty one.
Tanner Perez 

haemus:

He sat on the peeling hood of the car, breathing the frigid air that stung if he took too much of it in. The fog had oozed in about 40 minutes ago, dampening sight and sound. It made him nervous. Every so often, green light flashed faintly on the ground, telling him the stoplight had changed again, and he was methodically counting the flashes of color. Thirty. The counting kept his mind off the painful numbness, a poetic and idiotic oxymoron, he decided, biting its way through his fingers. Thirty one.

Tanner Perez 

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religiousmom:

"your voice is annoying"

Oh thanks, let me just pick up another voice box from the store on my way home today you piece of shit

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friedchickenugget:

walking out of the house and bumping into someone who turns out to be hotimage

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