A collection of cute things for cute people.

my girl is cuter than all y’all niggas tbh


Dutch Magazine #2 1995

currently trying to find the parts of me i lost inside you

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Anaïs Nin (via larmoyante)

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. 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 shayeofodile)

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"What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via dieworten)

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Anonymous: But olive what if it tastes salty??


pussy isn’t gonna taste like strawberries and whipped cream. like, it’s a bodily fluid. your vagina is acidic when it’s in its prime pH. let’s get rid of this idea that we’re supposed to taste like we’re fruits instead of humans. like, yes, you can alter the taste with your diet. but please do not fret if your genitals don’t taste like chocolate pudding.

"And even after all my logic and my theory, I add a ‘muhfucka’ so you ignorant niggas hear me."
Lauryn Hill (via cashmerethoughtsss)

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baby hairs poppin like oxtail gravy


reminder to myself

The Plan


Step 1: step back, there’s no need to attach yourself to someone who doesn’t want the company. You can still rise without the sun…
Step 2: rid yourself of jealousy, it’s a selfish decision. A broken mirror and you have the bad habit of bleeding…
Step 3: let go, with both hands.
Step 4:…