“…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.”
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extraordinaryjessica:

killer-cupcakes:

me

FUCKING COLLEGE 
extraordinaryjessica:

killer-cupcakes:

me

FUCKING COLLEGE 
I do that too..
cuddleninja:

This is one of the sexiest lesbian scenes ever made. (Malena Morgan, Aurielee Summers, We Live Together)

Damn.

cuddleninja:

This is one of the sexiest lesbian scenes ever made. (Malena Morgan, Aurielee Summers, We Live Together)

Damn.

nicolasanha:


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byrongraffiti:

Scott is the realest nigga alive.

byrongraffiti:

Scott is the realest nigga alive.

(via msdankenstein)

No context.

 I’m honestly no surprised now that i look back through their photos. You can see neither of them are happy. His career is taking off and she sits at home partying with her friends without him. The stress of distance plus sickness drags on them both. She is much younger then he is, and though she went to school, she isn’t really working in the field she studied for. That and many other unknowns  combine. fighting leads to dirty fighting which leads to more fighting. Never with a resolution. Then in one bad fight its mentioned. The one thing you’re not supposed to mention. But in the heat of the moment both of them so angry they agree to it and part. Huffing and puffing they separate. But after some time the pain kicks in and the adrenaline wears out. Then they are alone, and hurt. What now? Where do you go?

It’s like if you’re flying along and someone is flying nearby you. Someone you know, and like, so you start flying near each other, then with each other, then you’re racing each other. And then when the stress comes along they fight. and usually nobody gets really hurt. Some dings here and there but okay overall. But after a few fights and no resolution it takes its toll. And eventually one plane flies a little to close, they clip each other and both destruct. either falling, flailing to the ground. Or pulling a parachute and gently gliding down. And on the ground resolving problems and hopefully staying friends. 

I hope they stay friends. But who can say. 

All I know, is to take it day by day.

Going on the secondary blog just cause but, lately a lot of people have been telling me how awesome I am. And thank you and all that. And I think I’m starting to believe them a bit..

vvankinq:

hamamatsu-shi:

while in history class today we were watching a movie and thIS MOTHERFUCKER CAME ONTO THE SCREEN AND I JUST

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I GASPED RATHER LOUDLY AND ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY SEAT ALL THE WHILE BANGING MY HANDS ONTO MY DESK. 

everyone stared at me for a really long time and my teacher just looked at me for a long second. APPARENTLY NO ONE KNOWS WHO THIS GUY IS I MEAN COME ON.

except my teacher. she came over to me at the end of class and whispered, “so i, uh, like your shoelaces.”

gUYS

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