October 12, 2014
"I hope you get everything you deserve."

— The sweetest or evilest thing you can say to someone. (via sabrinal0l)

Wow

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October 12, 2014

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October 12, 2014
"The realest people don’t have a lot of friends."

— Tupac  (via euphoricsleep)

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October 12, 2014

“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And that someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”

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October 12, 2014

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October 12, 2014
"You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you."

— i read this 12 times (via fusels)

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October 12, 2014

aureat:

I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face

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October 12, 2014

Maybe we found love right where we are.

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October 12, 2014

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October 12, 2014
breakinq:

following back tons

breakinq:

following back tons

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October 12, 2014

Diggle, you have a life. You have a new life. It’s…it’s the life I can’t have.

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October 12, 2014

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October 12, 2014
with-grace-and-guts:

exploring by habologique on Flickr.

with-grace-and-guts:

exploring by habologique on Flickr.

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October 12, 2014

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October 12, 2014

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10… and this was it. 

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