21. On the pursuit of happiness.
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  • Yeah…that actually kind of hurt.


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    How lovely is it to have a girl, who doesn’t even let you stand without loving you. You feel it you know, when someone is addicted to you?

    so cute i’m gonna cry

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    ~My Hidden Nirvana~

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  • "Come sleep with me; We won’t make Love, Love will make us."
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    '68 Charger R/T

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  • deantrippe:


    Hell-aciously busy with work, but I really wanted to draw this comic.

    Something Stronger.

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    American Muscle Cars…  Custom Ford Mustang Mach 1 1970

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  • You say I’ve told you everything.
    But there’s one thing - one thing that I have been dying to tell you.

    I know I can’t. But I wish I could.

    Its all I think about.

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    You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

    She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

    When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

    In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

    You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

    You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.


    The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)


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  • I’m going to be a Professor someday.

    I’m going to get my Ph.D. (or Th.D., even!) and I’m going to inspire my students every day and teach them to broaden their minds and hearts the way mine has.

    I can feel it surging through my veins. I felt it this past weekend at my Leadership Retreat and today while teaching class.

    I want it.

    It’s mine.

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    Nighttime Landscapes, 2014 | by Jonathan Moyal

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