So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. — Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via whyallcaps)

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lilgivenchyprincess:

Just tag UR fucking doctor

lilgivenchyprincess:

Just tag UR fucking doctor

killbau:

horny for a meaningful relationship

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See the light in others, and treat them as if that is all you see. — Wayne Dyer  (via shaktilover)

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`A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

from Republic of Thieves, by Scott Lynch (via makingupachangingmind)

Somewhere, Kristin Stewart just smirked a little. 

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A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

from Republic of Thieves, by Scott Lynch (via makingupachangingmind)

Somewhere, Kristin Stewart just smirked a little. 

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please be as weird as me please be as weird as me please be as weird as me — me every time I meet someone (via miel-lapin)

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zellah4:

when is he releasing his mixtape

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I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
— Clementine Von Radics (via rmbquoteboard)