versacesdrugs:

 ♡  Lana Del Rey blog ♡

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adrieldaniel:

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” 
― Alfred Tennyson

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mainlysad:

2gay—2function:

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

fuck

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nyupanties:

im aiming for the “shes a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn’t touch her without asking” look

(Source: reifaun)

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sixpenceee:

MEDICAL MIRACLES: GHOST HEART
If you took a heart and put it in an ingredient commonly found in shampoo, it would slowly wash away the heart until it became a sort of frame. 
Inject this heart with millions of stem cells, from a person who needs a heart transplant and place it in a box that will pump all the good stuff into it (oxygen, blood) and it will slowly turn into a healthy heart. 
Researchers believe this heart won’t be rejected because it’s made out of the receiver’s own cells!
Doris Taylor, the mastermind behind this has tried it on everything pig hearts, rat hearts, but not human hearts just yet.
Let’s hope for the best, because this is amazing.
SOURCE & MORE INFORMATION

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clitterly:

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shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.

yes

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fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

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