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richgirlzmentality:

backtothewalll:

this is so sad

I guess this is what growing up is

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I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
– James Frey  (via prettybizarre)

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etheral-merkabah:

blazepress:

Love at first sight is dangerous.

This is so cool.

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plemelwarmface:

Stephen Colbert is everything I want to be

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awwww-cute:

She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly

awwww-cute:

She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

– Some things are better left unsaid. (via south-pacific)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.
– Ten words story: you lost me. (via hefuckin)

(Source: maisjetaime, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

hanukkahlewinsky:

friend: “i can only bring one friend. wanna go?” 

me:

image

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richgirlzmentality:

backtothewalll:

this is so sad

I guess this is what growing up is

(Source: shescyrus, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
– James Frey  (via prettybizarre)

(Source: psych-facts, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

etheral-merkabah:

blazepress:

Love at first sight is dangerous.

This is so cool.

(via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

plemelwarmface:

Stephen Colbert is everything I want to be

(Source: raptorific, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

awwww-cute:

She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly

awwww-cute:

She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

– Some things are better left unsaid. (via south-pacific)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.
– Ten words story: you lost me. (via hefuckin)

(Source: maisjetaime, via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

hanukkahlewinsky:

friend: “i can only bring one friend. wanna go?” 

me:

image

(via unitedstatesmarinecorpssniper)

"I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t."
"

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"
"I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same."

About:

I have my mothers mouth and my fathers eyes; on my face they are still together.

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