My Moral Compass Points South

mynameisnipple:

can i log out of life

aseaofquotes:

Abria Mattina, Wake

aseaofquotes:

Abria Mattina, Wake

aseaofquotes:

Abria Mattina, Wake

aseaofquotes:

Abria Mattina, Wake

aztec-dreams:

don’t you hate it when you go out for a coffee and then come back home at 3am drunk as fuck?

karengilian:

misscherrylikesitdirty:

I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this. 

EVERYONE TAKE A MINUTE TO JUST APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DONALD GLOVER EXISTS AND KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
i read this 12 times  (via bodv)

observando:

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  1. The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
  2. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
  3. City of Glass by Paul Auster
  4. Rule of the Bone by Russell Banks
  5. How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie
  6. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
  7. The Red Badge of Courage by by…
How many times have people asked me…with the best intentions in the world, whether I felt “more French” or “more Lebanese”? And I always give the same answer: “Both!” I say that not in the interests of fairness or balance, but because any other answer would be a lie. What makes me myself rather than anyone else is the very fact that I am poised between two countries, two or three languages and several cultural traditions. It is precisely this that defines my identity. Would I exist more authentically if I cut off a part of myself?
Amin Maalouf, “In the Name of Identity” (via asyoulaichit)