Smells.like.vacation.

You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.

Elizabeth Taylor  (via animate-me)(via confessionsofawanderer)

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This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.

—Tupac Shakur (via thewordsalloverme)

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These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.” I’m pretty sure the linguist in me just died from the awesomeness of this.

These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.” I’m pretty sure the linguist in me just died from the awesomeness of this.

(Source: bonjourjemapellejed, via sunshineandpearls)

Why don’t you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via aladyinchicago)

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