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Ahhhh yayyyy!!! (Taken with instagram)
“There’s this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbyes. When she’s looking back at me I can tell…she’s hurting inside.”
(via smilesrippedattheseams)
(via dreamwithoutfear-)
(Source: nov3mber-7th, via badparenting)
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
(Source: threeoverten, via bronteum)
may-13th: “You’re head starts spinning really fast and you know the only way to stop it is to lay down and go to sleep. Only you know you’ll never really be able to fall asleep, not now. Your stomach gets in knots and your hands start shaking. You start thinking of ways to take the pain away but you know it’s not worth it. You feel hopeless. You know there’s nothing you can do. So you just sit there, and cry, and cry and cry.” -Van Stavh (Source: stilllness)
BEISTE: A knife?!
PUCK: It’s rubber, it’s just a prop from West Side Story.
BEISTE: What the hell were you thinking? You can get expelled for this!
PUCK: It doesn’t matter, I’m flunking out.
BEISTE: You’ve got a record. You could get arrested for assault.
PUCK: I don’t care!
BEISTE: Well, you damn well should!
(Source: jupid, via makeitlastforever2)
run away with me.
we can go, we can run.
we can keep each other safe.//
(via ifuckedalexgaskarth)
i have a vagina and a good sense of humor and my iPod is full of good music like what else DO YOU WANT (Source: walmartfashionista, via nothingmorethangravity)
Doing physics at the barrrr(: (Taken with instagram)
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