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The path to our destination is not always a straight one, Ed. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.

— Leonard, Northern Exposure (via holywholly)

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Because in a sense it’s the coming back, the return, which gives meaning to the going forth. We really don’t know where we’ve been until we’ve come back to where we were. Only, where we were may not be as it was because of who we’ve become. Which is, after all, why we left…

— Bernard, Northern Exposure (via holywholly)

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If music is the pathway to the heart, as Voltaire suggested, then speech is the pathway to other people. Live in silence, and you live alone. We all carry around so much pain in our hearts… love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together, like one little tidy, confusing package. It’s a messy business, life. It’s hard to figure. It’s full of surprises. Some good and some bad.

Chris Stevens;  Northern Exposure (via holywholly)

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Zoom mybloodyicecream:

Every time someone brings them up I’m like “Who?” Then I’m like “Oh shit, that’s right! I saw them open for Rob Zombie and they rocked!”

mybloodyicecream:

Every time someone brings them up I’m like “Who?” Then I’m like “Oh shit, that’s right! I saw them open for Rob Zombie and they rocked!”

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damnthemisery:

*gentle gasp*

"dis booty"

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allmusicisbad:

The Unwed Teenage Mothers-Do You Wanna Be My Girl?

 

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Zoom davegrohlssideburns:


fuk every budie.

foo fighters’ best tweet

davegrohlssideburns:

fuk every budie.

foo fighters’ best tweet

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Zoom radskillet:

mug
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Zoom nataliemeansnice:

my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
she’s right.
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.

nataliemeansnice:

my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.

fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.

it’s not true. none of it is true.

people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.

one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.

i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.

i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.

my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?

she’s right.

you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.

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dutchster:

when i see a clothing item i like and check the price tag

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nataliemeansnice:

eliding:

Girls Have 3 Types of Panties

  • period panties
  • chillen panties
  • and im about to get me some dick panties

or as my mama always called em

5 second panties

cuz that’s how long they’ll last on ya butt

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o-fridur:

when the guy at jamba juice saw my name on my debit card he was like “taylor swift!!” and i rolled my eyes and said i’d never heard that joke before (sarcasm) and he’s like “yeah?” and shows me his nametag. his name is carlton. and he said he had to do the dance for his job interview.

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