Envy is when someone walks around with a pocket full of “That should’ve been me”.

Insecurity is when you turn up the volume on all the wrong voices.

Hate is what happens when you put a shotgun to the face of understanding and it cowers in the corner.

Courage is ripping your heart from your chest and saying “Here, hold on to this for me”.

Truth is everything you tell yourself when you realize you are the only one still paying attention.

Self is whoever you become when the door is locked.

Trust is jumping into someone’s arms and knowing you won’t have to pick yourself up when it’s over.

Love is a tablespoon full of hemlock that I’ve been dying to try.

Faith is doing what you love and watching the bills pay themselves.

Failure is when you talk yourself out of becoming something amazing.

Victory is standing in front of the school bully with no intention to back down and a fist full of irony.

Success is explaining to your mother exactly what you do for a living without feeling ashamed. It’s falling asleep at 2 A.M., waking up at 4 A.M. and going to work with excitement stitched into the fabric of your smile.

Success is a thank you letter from a kid who lives in a city that you’ve never even been to. It’s breaking up a fight between a person and everything that’s telling them they will never be more than what they are.

When I was fourteen, my friend Adam stole a dictionary from his English class. He brought it home and we set it on fire.

Since then, I’ve been defining things for myself.

— "Definitions" - Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

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I live through pictures as if I was right there by your side

But you’ll be good without me and if I could just give it some time

I’ll be alright

Paper Hearts

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Valentyn Korolkov by Arief Ointoe


Valentyn Korolkov by Arief Ointoe





Guilherme Leão he is from the brazilian subway security from the city of São Paulo and is also a model (1/2)

remember when i said i dont like brazilian guys

i change my mind 

diablo papi




Get rid of your boundaries and the universe is yours.

i know i reblog this a lot but fuckin look at it

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¿Por qué hay tanto pop, lollypop, pop corn?
Pop tu camisa, pop tu pantalón, pop azucarado, pop rosita en un helado.
Hay tanto pop que he vomitado pop.
Is not cracker pop, que imaginación corta
Tanta imagen y la mente ya no importa.
¿Y quién soporta?
— Nadie se atreve - Cultura profetica (via therainissingingalullaby)


Carla Morrison - “Falta de respeto”

"Esta canción se la escribí a un pendejo"

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Diego Barrueco


Diego Barrueco

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