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Nothing like looking at your deviantart from when you were 16 to realize how far youve come, and how incredibly dumb you once were.

Omg this is applicable to me.

Holy shit. Yes.

That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.

My life.

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And I just like wind.

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micaceous:

Stella McCartney’s light-pink pack of seven briefs with multicolored days of the week and floral embroidery

Cute :]

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caitlacoop:

Ain’t that the truth…

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If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel - as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them - wherever you go.

Anthony Bourdain (via fortheloveofmegan)

YUP

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visualcocaine:

Hand Engraved.

Oh my goodness. This matches my shotgun. (Minus the ivory grips of course). Love.

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And while May brings back amazing memories and feelings….

It marks another year where I am not at my goal. Not even close. Worse, in fact.

And I’m sitting in my apartment, distressed, feeling out of control, spinning in between depression, anxiety and regret…

and I wonder how I got here.

I wonder why I’m so bitter.

If I was anorexic and weighed 98 pounds, someone would have asked if I was okay.

If I had track marks on my arms and spent hours awake and acted crazy, someone would have asked if I was okay.

But no. I disappear after meals sometimes. I don’t eat much in front of other people. I have gained 80 pounds since I started college.

No one says anything.

Does she not notice? No, she does. Does she not care? I don’t think so.

Part of me thinks she likes me like this, so we can have something in common. So I can share her sickness.

I just want to scream at them.

WHY DONT YOU CARE

WHY DONT YOU NOTICE
OBVIOUSLY THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG

i need help

May.

My month of love.

The month I fell hard, and fast, and infinitely.

I will never forget the way those deep brown eyes looked at me, pleading to be in my presence even just one more second.

Hours long phone conversations, both of us so obviously and madly in love.

Our lives have changed dramatically since then.

We are no longer care free teenagers, cruising through the country side, relaxing by the lake, not giving a damn.

We have jobs, school, responsibility. As oldest children, we bear the burden of our parents and siblings as we now grow older.

But our love grows deeper with every laugh, touch, acknowledgement, and yes, fight. We are a team; we are best friends, and we are passionate lovers.

Its too late to even fight it now. We were meant to be together.

These past six years have altered my life forever, and I will never be the same.

Happy Sixth May together, John.

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