Beauty, Passion, Soul


→ Jun 2013
the color of low self esteem

miguu:

what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

Fuck yeah.

(via thistownseemshardlyworthourtime)

→ Jun 2013 vnkngn:

gimme

vnkngn:

gimme

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→ Jun 2013 why does this photo make me excited for the future?

why does this photo make me excited for the future?

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→ Jun 2013 cotton

cotton

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→ Jun 2013

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→ Jun 2013

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→ Jun 2013

drugs-in-ur-coffee:

selfish-cunts:

dqdbpb:

angelina jolie’s daughter

image

and gwen stefani’s son

image

both so cute 

Parenting done right

ugh. this is so wrong. how can you support someone letting their kid wear socks on grass. do you know how hard it is to wash those stains out?

(via chokeonthetruth)

→ Jun 2013 theabsolution:

Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis

theabsolution:

Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis

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→ Jun 2013 mad-medicine:

Soft grunge/model blog

mad-medicine:

Soft grunge/model blog

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→ Jun 2013

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→ Jun 2013

simplysimplifysimplicity:

This was whipped up over a couple of forties, sweet kisses and something that soon grew to be a powerful love.

Medium was Crayola washable kids paint

(via abandonedfear)

→ Jun 2013 whileimyoung:

al-pha:

100% SKATE

☯Indie/Soft Grunge☯

whileimyoung:

al-pha:

100% SKATE

☯Indie/Soft Grunge☯

(Source: me-rcury)

→ Jun 2013 fiskarna:

untitled by Blue me away on Flickr.

fiskarna:

untitled by Blue me away on Flickr.

(via onceuponawildflower)

→ Jun 2013 efedra:

Dress by Katrien Be Blauwer

efedra:

Dress by Katrien Be Blauwer

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→ Jun 2013 
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

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