We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
Maya Angelou on why we write. Also see Joan Didion and George Orwell on the same.  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Either we fall in love with each other or fuck out of my face, because you’re too good for me to be “just friends” with.

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ive actually lost faith in a lot of ovoxo fans. How could you just suddenly decide ovoxo is over whilst there is only speculation and nothing solid. Reblog if OVOXO is still everything you believe in.

dontbetardyfortheparty:

This is the best thing on the whole internet

yoo i love ghetto ass people lol

mystyledope:

cant live with them cant live without them


louisvuittonwillie:

bjerkula:

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blazin-finatic:

This bitch doing the chicken noodle soup. LAWDDD lol

LMMFAOOOOOO!!!!!! I LOVE MY PEOPLE!!!!

I diiiiiiiieeeeee. 

Let it rain , now clear it

yaasss bitchhh… now LETS GET IT LETS GET IT LETS GET ITTTT!

lmaoooooooo, im dying!

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