I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery - air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'this is what it is to be happy' (Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar)
- you are my ☼, my ☾ and all my ✩ -

slayboybunny:

alright now i used to hate pitbull because it seemed like the right thing to do but you know what i never hear him doing fucked up shit. as far as i know he is really just out there living life ,enjoying himself, visiting walmarts, and spreading the cubano party into the hearts of everyone around the world, he is mr. world wide and hes having a blast and i respect and love that pitbull. pitbull if youre reading this thank you and im sorry   

"I am learning how to compromise the wild dream ideals and the necessary realities without such screaming pain.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, edited by Karen V. Kukil (via adderalldust)
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