We Are Not Tragedies

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Kelsie, 21, equestrian.

"No amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp. Ever"
Stella Young on why the saying “the only disability in life is a bad attitude,” is bullshit. (via spasticfantastic1995)

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Imagine if the series had ended right after this moment.

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all of this dumb drama would honestly never have happened if everyone was out doing burnouts like I ASSIGNED YOU TO DO

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"Excuse me, big horse, what are you doing?"

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but see what matters is: 


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"I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real."
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via fscottfitzgeralding)

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Lana and Francesco

she looks so happy aww



Lana and Francesco

she looks so happy aww

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"Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you."

Deepak Chopra

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"Never More Real" aka “Elliot”
Never Compromise x Real Sweet Lady


"Never More Real" aka “Elliot”

Never Compromise x Real Sweet Lady

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Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.

Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via hellanne)

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Reese Witherspoon,
She’s the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
I’ve seen it all before
I want my money back


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