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ive always hated kids

"did you hate yourself when you were a kid"


379,916 notes // 20 hours ago
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I’m gonna say this every time someone asks me why I stretched my ears.

78,062 notes // 20 hours ago
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what if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life

Why is this not getting around faster


132,797 notes // 5 days ago
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source: hyvel

A progression of bad language



Kindergarten: Stupid. Oh gosh don’t tell anyone I said that.
Elementary school: What the heck.
Middle School: Damn it this is freaking dumb as hell
High school: what the fuck did you just say you little fucking shitbitchcuntfuck I will beat the dicks out of your ass

College: what the frick frack snick snack are u doing

222,639 notes // 5 days ago
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source: quentinssential


Jesus Camp is a very fun documentary to watch with friends but if you watch it alone you just get scared and angry.

76,380 notes // 5 days ago
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source: joeydeangelis


white girls

207,886 notes // 5 days ago


that feeling when you listen to a song with good heaphones for the first time and suddenly you notice 7 new instruments, a child singing harmonies in the background, and you’re just sitting there wide eyed and in love with the song all over again

116,276 notes // 5 days ago
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582,797 notes // 6 days ago
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I remember the day I told you I needed to let you go, and the happiness in your eyes I saw everyday after school drained. You looked at me for what seemed like forever before you mumbled out one simple word. “Why?” I sighed and looked away like I always did when I was trying to answer one of your unanswerable questions. “I can’t get hurt.” I whispered and you shook your head. “I will never hurt you. I promise, princess.” You then hugged me and the tears spilled from both our eyes for a good 20 minutes. I clutched on to you, thinking this was the last time I’d hold you in my arms. I held you so tight that day, I’m surprised you’re still breathing. When we both calmed down, you looked into my eyes, tilted my chin up with one finger, and kissed me. From that moment I knew I was in love with you and I had no trouble denying it. Two months later, you told me you had to let me go. You had no sympathy, no tears, just biter eyes with biter words. I wish I was clutching on to you like you did to me that one day, but instead I strangled my pillow while I sobbed myself to sleep. I miss you and the worst part is, I realized I’m even more in love with you than I ever have been before. —A torn out page from your chapter in my book. (via imdestiney)
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