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HERE’S TO STRONG WOMEN: MAY WE KNOW THEM, MAY WE BE THEM, MAY WE RAISE THEM.
— Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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'Cause I'd rather fight with you than laugh with another.
I’d rather freeze in your arms than be warm under covers.
I’d let you hit me before I ever let you hit the floor.

And I’d rather choke than to breath in your absence.
I’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion.
I’d rather die on the day that I give you a kiss
Than spend the rest of my life knowing I never did

— Private fears in public places- front porch step (via vulnerablx)
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awwww-cute:

Such angry. Very snarl. Much mean

awwww-cute:

Such angry. Very snarl. Much mean

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blackyote:

Look a little young to drive, there, kiddo.

blackyote:

Look a little young to drive, there, kiddo.

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I don’t trust people who don’t love themselves and tell me, ‘I love you.’ … There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
— Maya Angelou (via kushandwizdom)
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I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
— Jonathan Carroll (via quotethat)
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