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jedavu:

Watercolors by Andriy Yeroshewych

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xeno

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

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sleepingwiththekings:

On the bus home there was a group of teenage boys 15-17 years old being general boys stuffing their faces sharing food and being rowdy but at one point they started talking about girls but they weren’t saying things she’s sexy as fuck or I’d tap that, instead they were saying how cute the one girls laugh was or how pretty another’s eyes where when she smiled and they were blushing and getting embarrassed.

IT WAS LITERALLY THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER

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Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.

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Never forget what a person says to you when they are angry.

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pleasebboy:

Her Minajesty

Nicki Minaj by Jeff Bark

Styled by Robbie Spencer

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Don’t worry about getting to your point, I’m going to live forever.

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neptunain:

christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”

"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"

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