Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via gingerputin)

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Cypress Hill *-*

Can’t get the best of me :3

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Don’t worry, be happy :D

Be just a teenager, enjoy life, make misakes, fall in love, just be YOU.

ENJOY THE MOMENT :3

DON’T REGRET NOTHING :)

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