#BLAME Santa Babs

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arizuma:


there’s something comforting about a bed on the floor, it represents somebody who doesn’t quite have their shit together, i like that.

OR THATS AN AIR MATTRESS AND THEY DONT HAVE ANY SHIT TOGETHER OR HAVENT MOVED YET. CONTEXT CLUES GOOD GOD

arizuma:

there’s something comforting about a bed on the floor, it represents somebody who doesn’t quite have their shit together, i like that.

OR THATS AN AIR MATTRESS AND THEY DONT HAVE ANY SHIT TOGETHER OR HAVENT MOVED YET. CONTEXT CLUES GOOD GOD

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I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me. I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right.
Sara Goldfarb, Requiem for a Dream (2000)

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And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via gofuckingnuts)

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Random musings.

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