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dear fucking tumblr
this is a fucking bumblebee
this is a fucking bee
this is a fucking hornet
this is a fucking wasp
as you can fucking see the longer their legs are and the less fuzzy they are is equivalent to how fucking evil they fucking are
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Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers. — Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via larmoyante)
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Rise, rise up through this
and as you stand above it,
smile and be breathless.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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Beyoncé, Jay-Z & Pharrell at the 10th anniversary party of Billionaire Boys Club in New York City (June 4)
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Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our own shoes or play piano without looking. But when you spend a long enough time with someone your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes. And the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing. — Josh Beattie (via cybergirlfriend)
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