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Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
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Kid in my lit class

 

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No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
by Clementine Von Radics (via crucigera)

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onlinepunk:

my friend rachel isn’t ticklish whatsoever and when i asked her why she isn’t she told me “one day i just chose not to be ticklish anymore” and that’s why i am terrified to death of my friend rachel

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jacks-cold-sweat:

0bstacles:

huffingtonpost:

THIS GENIUS MACHINE FEEDS STRAY DOGS IN EXCHANGE FOR RECYCLED BOTTLES

The Turkish company Pugedon has created a vending machine that’s dispensing help for both the environment and our furry friends.

Watch the machine in action here.

this makes me so happy

OMG I WANT TO PUT THEM EVERYWHERE! 

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If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
by My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad  (via seulray)

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theteenagehead:

Greg Girard
wandrlust:

Florida, 1978 — Joel Meyerowitz
jamjars:

 
Maybe it’s not about the length of time you’ve known someone; maybe it’s about instant recognition on an unconscious level. Our souls know each other.
by S.E. Hall, Emerge (via quotes-shape-us)

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