when we can't call it hell, we call it life.
I just want cute bras, nice tattoos and a chance to see the world.

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STORY OF MY FUCKING LIFE

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Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.

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Cant wait

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florels:

bananasandlattes:

watching the sun set in an outdoor bath could cure any sadness in the world


give me one of these omgg

florels:

bananasandlattes:

watching the sun set in an outdoor bath could cure any sadness in the world

give me one of these omgg

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via numbivagant)
You’re like a child; everything seems real to you. But for me, all this is like a dream, a dream dreamed by someone else.
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins  (via thekidshouse)

ackleholic-padaaddict:

quincy360:

you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

Hey friends, this is a symptom of anxiety.

so-personal:

everything personal

so-personal:

everything personal

eyeballfarts:

compliment a girl on something other than her looks

Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.

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i really, really like this.

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