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Gossip Girl Merchandise: http://bit.ly/1nrdpyd

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The once-seedy Pigalle is now one of Paris’s hottest neighborhoods.

Here, the most charming places to eat, drink, sleep, and shop.

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I have always liked quiet people. You never know if they’re simply dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

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I wanna call you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice.

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Decadent Molten Lava Cakes

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I am literally in love with the fact I get to see how my little cousins interact even with a language barrier. On my mom’s side, I have a 3 year old little cousin who only speaks French, and on my dad’s side I have a 2 year old cousin who only speaks Spanish. When they play together it is so funny to see them blabber on and on to each other until one of them hears a word that sounds familiar and then they just repeat that word and nod like they’re totally connecting. Like today the one that speakers Spanish said “Venga a poner los pantalones en la muneca!” and the other heard “pantalones” and was just like “Oui, pantalon! Je les trouve!” They’re best friends and it’s the cutest and funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

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PIZZA STICKS

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

Show me what you cooked!

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Flora by  Egill Bjarki Jonsson

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16 Year Old Black Girl Died in Custody in Louisville

6-year old Gynnya McMillen died in a juvenile detention center in Kentucky and her family is getting no answers and very little response from authorities.

This message came from her sister:

“I’m asking that everyone repost and share my sisters story on your pages and in any groups that will help us get it out there. My 16 year old sister died in custody of a detention center but they’re not giving out any info on how she was found and they’re saying here autopsy shows no cause of death. The news channels only played her story one time. We want justice and Kentucky isn’t giving it to us! Thanks for all the prayers and help.”

Please show support for the family at their Facebook page.

Share please!

#JusticeForGynnyaMcMillen  #BlackLivesMatter

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I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.

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My mom asked me how to screenshot on her iPhone. I laughed and then remembered she taught me how to use a spoon and a toilet.

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When You're Home Alone

Normal Persom: Throws a party.

Me: Tries to hit that one high note at full volume.

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When I was 16 I fell in love with a boy who drank wine. He wore glasses and spoke in poetry and lit my first cigarette for me. He was an actor who didn’t know how to ever stop acting, he took me onto rooftops in rainstorms and liked to twirl my hair in his fingers, said it reminded him of gold. He was graffiti and sunrises, worn jean jackets and the leathery smell of old books. I told him I was falling in love with him the night we snuck into a hotel pool, he laughed under his breath and took my face in his hands. “I am too,” he whispered, “but it won’t last.” He moved away at the end of the summer and sent me three letters. I still haven’t opened the last one. When I was 17 I fell in love with a boy who drank whiskey. He loved me back the way a child loves candy; greedy and clumsy. He was tall with coffee bean eyes and eyelashes longer than mine, he walked with his chin up and hands in his pockets. He kissed me ten minutes into our first date, he always kept one hand on me public. He was rippled water on a rainy day, broken pinky promises and chocolate ice cream. He was a good liar; made me forget that my skin was my own and not his. He had walls up that I spent months trying to scale. I made it over them once, then he was gone. When I was 19 I fell in love with a boy who drank beer. His eyes were the color of icicles on a sunny day and the first time he kissed me it was like a sigh of relief. He never let me leave him without a bear hug goodbye, he traced my freckles with his fingertips. He was late afternoon in the summertime, spiked vanilla coke and familiar radio stations. He was always warm and smelled like nutmeg and loved holding my hand in the car, my soft place to land. He left me at an airport with a kiss on the forehead and two glances back. During the second one he was smiling.

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