whitedad:

what doesn’t kill you doesn’t kill you

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flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

whats cOler than coldy freeze

really cold!!!

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i was fucking stoned as shit and feeling awful and barely remember even making this text post why in the hell does it have 9,000+ notes

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whendaybreaks:

4titty:

when i erase a word with a pencil where does it go

are you okay

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dangruchy:

if it is ur birthday happy birthday and if it isnt happy existing day

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"

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

"

Another Piece About You  (via suchvodka)

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mitunathehelicaptor:

“you’re here to learn” I’m here because it’s the fucking law

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eyeballfarts:

I put on a pushup bra and I still can’t do a single pushup…

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lameborghini:

sexual orientation: target boy

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friendfrog:

if plane tickets were ten dollars i would fight every one of my mutuals

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bobcabbage:

Sittin’ in class and seeing one of your friends walk by in the hall.

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