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Tracey. New York. 17.
I enjoy art and eyes and thats about it.

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Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
General life philosophy (via thisisthehorrorshow)

(Source: haleykit, via thisisthehorrorshow)

lifeasricky:

neverlaur:

neverlaur:

bowlingforwhoop:

neverlaur:

So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.

they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change

Oh, they were.
Jake: You’ve got to be kidding meDad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister!Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous

Oh my god they’re gonna kill me they didn’t want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo


How is that even a common color combination?
  • college: Why should we accept you
  • me: *raps the entire verse of anaconda and laughs nicki's nasty laugh flawlessly*
  • college: damn son you in

I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.
Rachel Wolchin (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)

(Source: observando, via campbelltoe)

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation
Monica Drake- Clown Girl (via yeezy2016)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese, via over-the-waterfall)

I promise I won’t kiss and tell🐬 (at Danfords Hotel & Marina)
lost—causes:

hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair 

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met 

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you 

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky 

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

Omg