borore
borore
Borore
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A country called Borore -- Brazilian girl, fic writer, Lacho. Too old to understand how it really works
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borore · 3 years ago
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borore · 3 years ago
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“Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start being excited about what could go right.”
— Zig Ziglar
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borore · 3 years ago
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nacho and lalo are dead TO YOU. to me they’re forever stuck at eladio’s pool party wearing their sexiest outfits flirting and annoying each other and everyone around them
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borore · 3 years ago
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Inspired by this deleted scene:
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Tumblr hates external links so I put the full version in the source. Not as spicy as this preview suggests. 🤭
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borore · 3 years ago
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borore · 3 years ago
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i just want lalo to laugh while he coughs up blood after he’s been fatally stabbed in the gut. why? because i love him and i want what’s best for him.
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borore · 3 years ago
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borore · 3 years ago
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nacho varga - dead man walking.
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borore · 3 years ago
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Someone whose face is a mask. — Michael Kinnucan, The Gods Show Up
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borore · 3 years ago
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better call saul s6e3 // zainab aamir
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borore · 3 years ago
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My father traced his name on my heart. And his name will remain there. And because his name lives there, I will be a better man for it. – Benjamin Alire Sáenz
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borore · 3 years ago
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“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
— Robert Brault
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borore · 3 years ago
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“When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.”
— Dawn Lanuza
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borore · 3 years ago
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there are three kinds of fanfic:
i can fix it
i can make it worse
horny
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borore · 4 years ago
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“I couldn’t remember falling in love with him, but I could remember looking into his eyes and realizing that they were going to haunt me forever.”
— Unknown
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borore · 4 years ago
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“Sometimes you just have to stay silent because no words can explain what’s going on in your heart and mind.”
— Unknown
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borore · 4 years ago
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Bastille “Tears Dry On Their Own” Amy Winehouse cover
📹 TiKToK
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