I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via pinkpandulce)

Fruits of summer

fierce,feisty,bohemian,techie,pretty,chica girlfriends watch out for them.

Please watch out for i will feature fierce, doll girlfriends next time whose about to rock your world.

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I want to know who all the over 30 tumblr’s are (like me) so I can follow you…

41 in june

50. Do I win?

36

49

63 bummmmmed

71, enjoying retirement.

22, getting high off your sick jokes.