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Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 22. SYDNEY

FICKLE. WORD AND EYEBROW ENTHUSIAST. ESCAPOLOGIST. THESPIAN. ADVENTURER. LOVER OF ALL THINGS.

depresant:

you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!!

The turtle photo.

(via honestlydear)

Frowny frown frown.

Frowny frown frown.

Mozart composed his first symphony
at eight years old.
Shakespeare was married at eighteen
and completed his first play at twenty six.
My grandmother carried life in her hips at fifteen
and had three declarations of young love
by the time she was nineteen.
My grandfather had barely gotten over puberty
when he took his first trip-
a tromp over unknown countryside with
a gun on his back and a
stained uniform as his only clothes.
I am twenty and all I feel like doing
is falling asleep until the
Earth’s completed
another revolution of the sun.

I’ll Be Well-Rested Once I Turn Twenty-One | Lora Mathis (via an-artful-life)

(Source: lora-mathis, via littlelobsterhead)

katworunyagisa:

Person: “I’m just gonna play devil’s advocate here and—”

Satan: “Whoa whoa hey I didn’t agree to this I don’t even know you.”

(via lilwombatprincess)

your mother
didn’t spend
9 months
forming your body
inside of her
just so you could
hate and destroy it

—bzq (via fuckinq)

(Source: x69o, via honestlydear)

jessepnkman:

ladies, if a guy doesn’t eat pussy but still expects to get his dick sucked… laugh right in his face. laugh as you put your clothes back on. leave the room in the midst of your laughter. go home while laughing. keep laughing for the rest of your life. never stop laughing.

(via thetomska)

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

— Theodore Roosevelt