Its Always The Little Things...

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“Who was your first kiss?”
“John Stamos.”

“Who was your first kiss?”

“John Stamos.”

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Six Green Apples.: “Are you happy with life? And could both brothers reply to this... ←

“Are you happy with life? And could both brothers reply to this please?”

Babbu is currently in the booth, working on new music. He won’t be able to respond but yes, we are all happy with life.

I read something stupid on Facebook on how the chance of you being born was 1/40 million. Take that…

When I workout with my friend in much better shape than me

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black-knife:

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I hate those creepy as fuck dolls!

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It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.

— Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)

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: i think maybe it’s something we share, us immigrants, us children of... ←

nomadmanifesto:

i think maybe it’s something we share, us immigrants, us children of immigrants, those of us thrown into diaspora, scattered across countries and continents with names we still struggle to pronounce, further from the heartland than our parents ever dreamed we’d end up. we spend so much time in…

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult. We were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out an all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way I understood him. And I loved him. I loved him. I loved him. I loved him.

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She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say… ‘You’re an idiot’. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man.

— or “you’re ridiculous”… (via heygingergirl)

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love love love

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You should tell them the truth. Tell them that if they hold on too tightly, love might cut them. Tell them to hold on tightly anyway. Tell them everything is worth it and that the richness of life is only ever enhanced by its inevitable, brief flashes of sadness and loss.

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