aggybird:

‘hi i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best friends’: a story about me and human interaction.

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bolto:

schwa-el:

australianbae:

OK BUT WHERE DID HIS FACE GO WHY IS THERE NO FACE IN BETWEEN HIS FINGERS

His neck isn’t even coming out of his shirt

he has no nose??
The only food
You should cry about
Is that ice cream you dropped when you were 5
And the beauty of your wedding cake
But now you associate food with calories
And calories with self worth
So now you cry about food because you know you need it
But you can’t eat it
because the higher your calorie count
The lower your self worth
You need to remember that calories are merely the energy
Used for you to
study for finals
Say I do
Walk down the aisle
smile at your newborn baby
And live
So next time you are crying about food
realize that food is life
But life is so much more than food
- (via tobeheal-ed)
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When you’re a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury.
- Sarah Addison Allen, The Peach Keeper (via simply-quotes)
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korvjl:

s t b (nov 2013)
rubyreed:

My life.

Living like you’re dying isn’t living at all
Give me your cold hands put them on my heart
Raise a glass to everyone who thinks
They’ll never make it through this life
To live a brand-new start

You and me we got this


- Ingrid Michaelson, “Afterlife” (via razato)
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