A TRAVELER & INFINITE DREAMER.
She adores the smell of vanilla.

Eyeliner. Cookie Monster. Polaroids.

Everything you see here is a self portrait of me. Its shows you who i am and who i'd like to be

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that-aussiebloke:

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unstead-y:

non-australians let me clarify something for you:
shit cunt = insult
sick cunt = not an insult

Why must you (collectively) use such a horrible word?
A question asked on behalf of the rest of the world.

because you’re all shitcunts

Australians are sick cunts

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mendox:

outreasoned:

a size zero culture.

oh my goodness. i love this so much. its amazing because it includes all the quotes we obsess over to be thin, an shows us whats wrong with them, how destructive they are. 

this makes me sad

ugh

this is the most amazing thing ive ever seen

my mom says that to me all the time: “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips”

sulkingsouls:

florallic:

decelerated:

psitskayla:

mendox:

outreasoned:

a size zero culture.

oh my goodness. i love this so much. its amazing because it includes all the quotes we obsess over to be thin, an shows us whats wrong with them, how destructive they are. 

this makes me sad

ugh

this is the most amazing thing ive ever seen

my mom says that to me all the time: “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips”

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danglingthpider:

rabioheab:

rabioheab:

i hate americans and their stupid fahrenheit temperatures

i only made this post in the hopes that someone would reblog it with the caption “don’t fahrenhate” and you’ve all disappointed me greatly

don’t be a celsiass

its too fahrenlate 

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thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

This… wow.


This

forgott-en:

levul:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

This… wow.

This

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senpai-has-noticed-you:

sometimes i think i’m arrogant but then i remember that julius caesar was kidnapped by cicilian pirates and when they demanded a ransom of 620 kgs of silver he got mad because he thought he was worth more than that and made them raise it to 1550 kg

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Australia: The class clown who makes everyone laugh
America: The jock who loves themselves and everyone secretly hates
Canada: The nice person who offers to show you around on your first day
England: The hot boy everybody wants to bang because he's a gentlemen
New Zealand: Australia's little brother who is the only one who thinks Australia sucks
The Netherlands: That high kid in the back that everyone just ignores
France: The romantic playboy who hangs around England too much
China: The overly smart kid who puts his hand up for every question
Russia: The scary large kid that nobody talks to because they'll probably get stabbed
Ireland: England's short drunk friend who nobody understands but likes
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fuckoff-mondays:

When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time

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