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Ness, 19 Sydney.





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kimpissible:

its so sad that every boy who dresses remotely nice is labeled as gay like thts not even offensive to gay people it just means straight boys dress like shit 

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Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me

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darlingv2:

sailorp00n:

People who let others talk shit about their significant other aren’t worth being with.
Love is protection, loyalty, and commitment.
Not something you let the people around you shit on.

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norafox:

pokemon-photography:

Rapidash needs a mega-evolution, I want it to turn into a pegasus with flame wings.

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Awwwww thank you!!

Flashback to when I met Chris motionless :)

Flashback to when I met Chris motionless :)

chanel-pale:


fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

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ldaho:

i swear i get uglier everyday

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