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Do you remember this picture?
Reblog>Click the picture> And see what happened! YOU’LL BE SURPRISED! ounww
Lovely :’)
yayyyyy
god bless that ladyy
At first:

Then I reblogged and clicked the picture:

That lady deserves a medal.

god bless you miss <3
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
OMNGGGAEGADHGKJ
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Do you remember this picture?

Reblog>Click the picture> And see what happened! YOU’LL BE SURPRISED!

ounww

Lovely :’)

yayyyyy

god bless that ladyy

At first:

Then I reblogged and clicked the picture:

That lady deserves a medal.

god bless you miss <3

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

OMNGGGAEGADHGKJ

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whosleaharchaga:

one day

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Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via helplesslyamazed)
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We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Oh my goodness.

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Fuck you and fuck everything about you.

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We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.