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Stuff and stuff.

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

(Source: unhistorical, via anotherwillgrayson)

beeblejuice:

fagome:

EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO IN MY ACTIVITY I SEE THIS FCKING POST AND IT SAYS TOP POST +163 WHO TF GOT IT 163 NOTES IM SO PISSED ITS LITERALLY JUST A PICTURE OF THIS WOMAN SAYING A FART HOLDING SOME LARGE ASS BLUE BOOK WHO CARES ITS JUST A FART

A “fart”?

beeblejuice:

fagome:

EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO IN MY ACTIVITY I SEE THIS FCKING POST AND IT SAYS TOP POST +163 WHO TF GOT IT 163 NOTES IM SO PISSED ITS LITERALLY JUST A PICTURE OF THIS WOMAN SAYING A FART HOLDING SOME LARGE ASS BLUE BOOK WHO CARES ITS JUST A FART

A “fart”?

(Source: speedshare, via heart)

shouldnt:

We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.

(via heart)

tschaikovsky:

cakety-cake:

jillyfishfillet:

it’s 2014 why do boys still think girls like the smell of axe

it’s 2014 why do girls think boys like the smell of overpowering fruity floral perfume

It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was.

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(via textpost-blog)