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nbcemployee:

the uglier the snapchat, the closer the friendship

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lacunal-diary:

i miss the way you used to want to talk to me. i should have seen the end coming, how with each day you grew les and less talkative and the way I felt like I was annoying you more and more

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egg-rolls:

i just remembered something i did when i was 13 now my day is ruined

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foreversearchingforanswers:

toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”

Oh my. This hit hard.

i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.read this

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Me: wow i like this album
Me: i think i'll listen to it until i don't

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finnwithacutegrin:

i love how he exaggeratedly tries to be attractive which, to normal looking people, would look unattractive on but Jack isn’t normal looking so he just becomes even more attractive.

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lahzy:

permanently-flawed:

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purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

sobbing

oh
my
god

Oh my god

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all-time-stephany:

reginageorgewillvictimizeyou:

orgasmic-paradise:

squiglet:

A well dressed man is more attractive to me than a shirtless man with a six pack.

amen to that.

true.

preach it

Yes

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