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omgicantevenasdfghjkl:

karma-drama:

my life goal is to reblog this every monday
I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.

See this every Monday, Reblog this every time.  (:

Perfection. Monday at 12:29am. Reblog everytime.

monday

psycho-wolfie:

chestpatthumbsup:

omgicantevenasdfghjkl:

karma-drama:

my life goal is to reblog this every monday

I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.

See this every Monday, Reblog this every time.  (:

Perfection. Monday at 12:29am. Reblog everytime.

monday

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gaksdesigns:

Tall Painting – The art of dripping paint. Artist Holton Rower

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Zoom wo0ly:

kaloriesblog:

okay so a friend and i decided to carry a mattress, 4 blankets, 3 pillows and a bag of alcohol to a cliff, we were drunk and high. all we wanted to do was spend time together and then we fell asleep and i woke up to this.


Perfect

wo0ly:

kaloriesblog:

okay so a friend and i decided to carry a mattress, 4 blankets, 3 pillows and a bag of alcohol to a cliff, we were drunk and high. all we wanted to do was spend time together and then we fell asleep and i woke up to this.

Perfect

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At my funeral I do not want
doves or a bed of roses.
You know how much I hate roses, anyway.
Have my sister wear that outfit
she never had enough confidence
to wear
with those shoes that never
quite match with anything.
Hire a priest to give a sermon
about how he lost his virginity
or about the flat tire he got
on the way to his divorce court date.
Do not stifle your giggles
or feel guilty when you smile
at my uncle who is falling asleep
in the pew.
It’s okay to delight in unconventionality.
After the service,
I want you to hold hands with the person
you love the most and tell them
they need to use more hand lotion.
I want you to text your boyfriend
a poem that describes his
“shit brown eyes”
and how much you adore them.
On the way to the cemetery
blast The Ramones or anything
from Nirvana’s Incesticide album
and scream all the lyrics
incorrectly.
When my casket is lowered into the ground,
do not wipe your eyes or your nose.
Let the wind take away your mess.
When they begin to cover me with dirt
and flowers that pricked your fingers
with thorns,
whisper to my family about how you still
haven’t forgiven me for breaking your
favorite coffee mug.
Maybe you will feel uneasy,
or maybe your lips will tremble.
But as you exhale
and fill your lungs with dry air,
listen to me tap against
the wooden walls of my tomb
and let the rhythm guide the beating
of your heart.
It is okay now.
It will always be okay.

Kimberly Siehl | At my funeral it will be okay (via hangingwallflower)

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I dont understand how someone can be so addictive

— 12:42am (via nhude)

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