It’s okay, I didn’t know how to love you right either. The only difference is that while you gave up, I never wanted to stop trying to learn how.

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via avraham-chai)
Every time I get new boots

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Ladies.. There’s nothing wrong with having thick thighs.

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