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Oct 2, 2014
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thingssheloves:

a saturday in central park. by Sandra Beijer on Flickr.

thingssheloves:

a saturday in central park. by Sandra Beijer on Flickr.


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Oct 2, 2014
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"No, I don’t think it’s just about just getting a girlfriend. You know? I mean, yeah, I can get a girlfriend! Yeah, we could sit in the chair and do crosswords, but you know, are we ever going to have, you know the c l o s e n e s s like-like you guys have?”

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Oct 2, 2014
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Oct 2, 2014
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remember when cake happened and ashton got jealous +

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Oct 2, 2014
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marniethedog:

I love shopping!

This dog fucking kills me someone bring her to me PLS

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Oct 2, 2014
@ 6:03 pm
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Over and Over / April 5, 2013

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Oct 2, 2014
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Oct 2, 2014
@ 2:38 am
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broofriends:

Who among you is the craziest? Zayn (points to Louis and Liam): These two.

#one direction: where the band parents are also the band five year olds (x)

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Oct 2, 2014
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Oct 2, 2014
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af·ter·glow \≈\ n. I. The light. esp. in the Ohio sky after sun-
set: as in the look of the mother-of-pearl air during the morning’s
afterglow. 2. The glow continuing after the disappearance of a
flame, as of a match or a lover, and sometimes regarded as a type
of phosphorescent ghost: This balm, this bath of light / This
cocktail of lust and sorrow, / This rumor of faithless love on a
neighbor’s lips, / This Monday morning, this Friday night, / This
pendulum of my heart, / This salve for my soul, / This tremble
from your body / This breast aflame, this bed ablaze / Where you
rub oil on my feet, / Where we spoon and, before sunrise, turn
away / And I dream, eyes open, / swimming / In this room’s pitch-
dark landscape.

A. Van Jordan, “af·ter·glow” (via letters-to-nobody)

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