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that awkward moment when you don't know if a car...
bunniemoua: smileekayla: i’m usually like Oh my god. Always. .. Is it safe yet? LOL
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bunniemoua: followlorenaon: O____O”…… Dad, I was just kidding.. ahha
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“The fear of becoming a ‘has-been’ keeps some people from becoming anything. ~...”
– http://www.therulesofagentleman.com/
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I'm kind of obsessed with this writer on...
Check her out. It’s brilliantly simple, and simply beautiful.  ————-> ohsostarryeyed
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bleed like me. by *ohsostarryeyed days like these bleed into the same. they’re watercolours on textured paper, deep wells meant to hold hues, soft and fragile. they’re bleeding. look at your arms. they’re bleeding. my god, you think, what have i done? you’re bleeding. my god, you think, i need help. so you go back to bed  and tell yourself that today was not your day....
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*a title you find appropriate, here* In the words...
her family expected me to give a eulogy; what they do not remember is that they do not like me, they tell me that photography does not a profession make, they pucker their lips and narrow their eyes and wring their wrists because i married their daughter, their sister.  she was twenty, and as far as they cared, it was my fault that she was dead. “martin?” the man dressed in black,...
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