lorenaxiclali
This is nothing more than the unintelligable ramblings and likings of a girl who has, so far, lived through fifteen winters and fifteen summers. If you must know, my name is Lorena-Xiclali. Very nice to meet you.

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sincerelyvictoria:

noise-and-tangerines:

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sincerelyvictoria:

noise-and-tangerines:

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quitecheeky:

merricat:
it’s nice to be confident sometimes.

quitecheeky:

merricat:

it’s nice to be confident sometimes.


You are worth the trouble and effort required to make your life the best it can possibly be. There is so very much you have to express, to give, to experience and to contribute to the magnificent fabric of life.
You are worth the discomfort and frustration that you’ll regularly need to get through. You are worth the pain that the world will sometimes offer.

For within you is the capacity for great joy and astounding achievement. Within you are beautiful and worthy dreams that long to be fulfilled.

You are one of a kind and you are filled with a driving purpose. You are worth whatever it takes to give that special purpose a lasting and meaningful expression.

Yes, the disappointments, inconveniences, pains, problems and annoyances will surely and steadily come. Yet they are indeed quite trivial compared to the precious possibilities that live within you.

Make whatever efforts necessary, endure whatever setbacks you must, move forward through whatever challenges may come along. For there is no question that you are worth it.


Ralph Marston, “You Are Worth It” (via neon-electric) (via hiddiexandria) (via theamazon) (via havealittlefaithinme) (via funkylove) (via itchycosmicpocket) (via quitecheeky)

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will—over and over.

Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore) (via justbesplendid) (via quitecheeky)

You have ghosts in your lungs, I taste them when we kiss.

http://deepseadramas.blogspot.com/ (via pit-a-patwenttheheartofmissmouse) (via quitecheeky)

quitecheeky:

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quitecheeky:

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I want some moleskines for christmas.

I want some moleskines for christmas.



txtsfrmlstnght:

(314): On a scale of one to Chris Brown, how angry are you?




longlivethequeen:

finc:

sade:

JGL’s monologue/dance from last night’s episode of SNL, in case you missed it or want to relive the adorableness.

he is too qt i can’t handle it.

how can one man be so beautiful?

Sweet Baby Jesus. I’m in love. haha n_n


Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

Plato


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