The cold never bothered me anyway…
just a friendly reminder that I’ll never be over this
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6:58 pm • 8 March 2014 • 7,436 notes
Jesse: You know, I don’t get it. Why would anyone paint a picture of a door, over and over again, like, dozens of times?
Jane: But it wasn’t the same.
Jesse: Yeah, it was.
Jane: It was the same subject, but it was different every time. The light was different, her mood was different. She saw something new every time she painted it.
ugh this fucking show
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11:02 am • 7 March 2014 • 34,536 notes
But you can’t taste anything, you smoke eight bajillion cigarettes a day!
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1:59 am • 7 March 2014 • 2,783 notes
40/100 pictures of dianna agron
w e e p i n g
2:59 pm • 6 March 2014 • 267 notes
“I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real.”
— Louis C. K. (via notdonetravelling)
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2:39 pm • 6 March 2014 • 6,561 notes
female sloths literally scream when they want sex and can be heard up to 700 meters away
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12:39 pm • 6 March 2014 • 198,993 notes