• 'ANO'I //
  • 'ano'i means DESIRE. an all-relentless want. pulls you down into the deepest moments when you begin to compromise something for something else that appears to have a greater significance. or drag you through your hardest times in pursuit of something of a greater good.

    "Contradiction is desire at its best."

    with all such desires I begin a new chapter,
    begining august fourteenth.

    born in the city.
    raised on the east coast.
    grew up on the west coast.
    school in the islands. //
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Happy late Christmas ‘94 #tbt
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Salt pool by Anup Patel
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Marshall Islands
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a child’s skull before losing baby teeth.

CHILDREN ARE FREAKS

That is the most fascinating thing i have seen. In like ever.  


pretty sure i’ve reblogged this too many times

oh my god

wait so does the jaw heal itself or do we keep those GAPPING HOLES?
i’m gonna feel my jaw for holes

I think I can feel holes oh god.

There’s now a buttload of people on Tumblr just feeling their own faces.

That makes me uneasy

babies really do come from space
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asdfghjkllove:

You know what hurts the most ?
Reminiscing how we were from the beginning, how it all changed and how we got to this point. Isn’t it funny how we were two people that were so sprung for each other, we were full of many smiles, laughs and butterflies. Then all of a sudden everything changed, and we reached this point where we can’t even last a day without fighting and arguing, we can’t even have a decent phone call without one of us hanging up. So one question, when did our smiles, laughs and butterflies turn into fights, arguments and hatred for one another?
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catalina ?
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My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night  (via kananz)
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