st0n3rjesus:

contingent-dreams:

lunar-raspberry:

"And what do we say to death?""Not today."

"The fuck out my face"

"Talk to the hand"
perchu:

you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter

lameborghini:

u think im paying attention to what ur saying but really im just staring at u and thinking about pancakes

gardenorach:

lil buggies
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smoked-revival:

Watch bobs burgers and cuddle with me in a fort so I know it’s real

Iron and Wine Such Great Heights
Iron and Wine
Such Great Heights

hightidesss:

Iron and Wine - Such great Heights 

I am thinking it’s a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images and when we kiss

They’re perfectly aligned

ifpaintingscouldtext:

Sandro Botticelli | The Birth of Venus | 1486
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