somewhere only we know

Simplicity. In a word. Complexity. in another. Nothing short of a common oxymoron. We are brought up believing in fantastical dreams, i suppose for me, this is the place where those dreams are given life.


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aries-princess:

ema-j:

This day was perfect, I crave San Francisco

hello where in sf is this

aries-princess:

ema-j:

This day was perfect, I crave San Francisco

hello where in sf is this

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sandrino-partyoffive:

mattmcguigan:


mattmcguigan:

how to make friends


I am both of them.

sandrino-partyoffive:

mattmcguigan:

mattmcguigan:

how to make friends

I am both of them.

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moustacherlock:

dick-of-darkness:

dumbpointyanimeshades:

whys tumblr always so dead on sundays

no post on sundays

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bamfstela:

The only reason why I’m reblogging this is because I took a quiz on buzzfeed, and it said Matt and I are Aladdin and Jasmine.

I found this pleasant. Haha.

(I have a tiger. How badass is that?)

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It’s not fair. You hadn’t even turned a year old yet. You were so young. So full of life and adventure. Saphira, I would give anything to give you a belly rub, kiss on the nose and to tell you how much I love you. To have you jump up at me with your beautiful lanky legs. To feel the love you have to give. I’m never going to get to see you fully grown. Or have you attend my wedding, you definitely would have been the perfect flower pup. You’re not here and my heart is heavy. I cannot stop the tears, they’re coming like a waterfall. We only had one Christmas together. We’ve only had since last November. We picked the most beautiful, fluffy little collie. I just want to be able to say goodbye. I’m going to come visit you as soon as I can. And every time the opportunity arises I will come and visit some more. We planted a tree for you shortly after my birthday. The day my sandal broke and your wonderful father had to fashion a piece of ribbon around it. Ribbon from your collar because you had a balloon tied to you during lilac festival. I saw you literally a week ago. I didn’t think that would be our final goodbye.