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LGBT icons - happy pride month!

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me pressing this stupid lamp at 1am to wake that bitch up

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“Nobody keeps their middle school friends forever. You’ll fail a math test once in your life. Your teachers will assign you seats away from your friends and your parents will assign you to your room when you do illegal things, you’re going to get drunk and say something you’ll regret, you’re going to cry over boys who’s names you wont remember in twenty years. You’re going to call your friends names behind their back when they make you mad, and they’re going to do the same to you. You’re going to be on your own once in a while. Your opinions of people will change, once you get to know them. You’re going to run from the police. You’re going to hold someone’s hair back at one o'clock on a saturday morning. You’re going to find one book in english class that you actually read. People are going to make fun of the music you like, and other people are going to like it just the same. You’re never going to finish all your homework. You’re going to cry and maybe, just maybe, need a hug from your mom. You’re going to bullshit every essay you write and pray that you sound like you know what you’re talking about. You’re going to get lost in a neighborhood that you don’t know and walk around till you find where you’re going. You’re going to sing sappy teenage ballads all alone in your room when no one else is home. You’re going to dream of finally getting out of your town, and you’re going to miss it when you leave. You’re going to take pictures that you will blush at in five years, you’re going to get whistled at, cheated on, yelled at, ditched by your friends, played by boys, laughed at, you’re going to fall in and out of love, and one day you might really figure out what that word means. You’re never going to stop looking for yourself. You are a teenager, so stop trying so hard, expecting to much, crying so often, walk with your head held high. Quit talking shit about people, take a walk outside, go to school and smile at everyone, and who knows, you might really make it through.”

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Study aesthetic. (Mug by aboutchopsuey and calendar by rosketch)

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UM ! WHY IS THIS THE MOST ACCURATE THING I’VE EVER SEEEN AHDJCKCKEM

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@ alexdemora on Instagram 📷

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#lana del rey

I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to kno found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head. I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art. Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever — I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself — I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

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✯ headers louis tomlinson ✯ like/reblog if you save or credits on twitter @lwtsokind ✯ hope you like it

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DARLING

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And I’d marry you, Harry.

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JACQUEMUS FW 2015

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@Larry_Stylinson on Twitter

I was looking at this post about the @Larry_Stylinson Twitter account and all the people who followed it, so I thought I’d check it out to see who is still following it today. There are more than 80K followers so I didn’t go through them all, but there were four followers of interest:

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February 2016

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―Made in the A.M. • © Sven Jacobsen

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all louis’ ,,girlfriends’ always look like they could be his sister rip 

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