hey, i'm Yajaira. i live in LA. Here I reveal what I like, my type of music; part of who I am, and simply what catches my attention. & well that's about it. Enjoy and have a fabulous day.
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hey b0ss do you lyk de FRIED NOODLES b0ss? I habe de fire track FRIED NOODLES on youtube pls FilthyFrankTV pls
No boss me don't like fried n00dles
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You strike me as the type who has curly hairs on their nipples.
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Silly me. I thought love was real & the body imaginary.
Ocean Vuong, excerpt of Eurydice (via traumanatrix)
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In Contemplation of The Universe by John Pitre
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Pictures from the Obama Presidency

I love this picture of restaurant owner Scott Van Duzer giving Obama a bear hug in Florida. While not technically brilliant or beautiful, the photo shows a genuine moment of exuberance, and the look of shock on the face of the man on the far right is fantastic
Photograph: Saul Loeb/AFP/Getty Image

Obama fist-bumps custodian Lawrence Lipscomb in the White House. Captured by official photographer Pete Souza, this was a moment of courtesy and camaraderie - informal and unscripted, trademarks of his presidency
Photograph: Pete Souza/The White House

Obama talks with his daughter Malia on the swing set outside the Oval Office. Obama has always found time for his family despite the demands on his time, and this is a real ‘dad moment’, symbolising the importance of their relationship
Photograph: Pete Souza/The White House

After meeting with Olympic gymnast McKayla Maroney, Obama mimics her ‘not impressed’ look. His jokey nature and willingness to make a fool of himself has been a large part of his appeal
Photograph: Pete Souza/The White House
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I live in a constant state of fear and misery, Do you miss me anymore?And I don't even notice, When it hurts anymore, Anymore, Anymore, Anymore
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A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (via elucipher)
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Everytime I get mad, my ass clenches like a cinnamon roll. So now I cannot shit. What do I do?
LMFFFFAAAO
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