Two Hearts and No Soul

I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

—J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via endangerment)

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

—Unknown (via mishiellie)

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I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

—J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via piezea)

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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside.

 Sigmund Freud (via fuckinq)

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so let me get this straight:

double06:

y’all bleed outta your vaginas

once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene

you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS

and yet you just go about your daily business like

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girls are fucking badass.

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