I choose happiness :)


I may not be your cup of tea, but I’m your tenth shot of tequila.
Francis Abernathy [to Charles Macaulay] (via interbellums)

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The Races

I’ve heard a lot of people say that running is boring, lately… but I don’t think anything else (but God) has taught me more about myself. When I’m running along, and things get tough.. to that point where your legs decide to weigh a 1000 pounds and tell you to give up.. and you hear your heart, whispering, telling you you can make it. You can conquer the odds. You can silence the voices that tell you there are boundaries and limits. And you can just be. You can be inside of your head and all you can see is the finish line, whether or not it’s in view. You believe in yourself with all that you are, and no one can tell you anything, but that you’re victorious. Because there’s no perfect definition of success in the world of running, but your own.
And this is a lot like life… And why I fell madly in love with running :)


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.@nas rehearsing with @questlove and the @theroots for #rootspicnic2011 (Taken with instagram)

defjamblr:

.@nas rehearsing with @questlove and the @theroots for #rootspicnic2011 (Taken with instagram)



He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
extrasad (via stayy0ungandwild)

Yup. How it seems to go…

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And it’s so annoying! Just be a normal 20 year old! For gosh sakes! Lol.

And it’s so annoying! Just be a normal 20 year old! For gosh sakes! Lol.

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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
― Laurell K. Hamilton (via psych-quotes)

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