Rebranded my page cause wtf am i doing being in my twenties?

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Love Begins
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Show & Tell

if i look back, i am lost
sheepfilms
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi

@theartofmadeline
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Cosmic Funnies
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle

Kiana Khansmith

Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
macklin celebrini has autism
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@fixations-and-impressions
Rebranded my page cause wtf am i doing being in my twenties?
reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
this has almost 11 million notes what is this
I’ve never seen this post once in 10 years on this site
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
I’ve never even heard of this before tho??? Wtf??????????
oh my god, I didn’t think there were any surviving versions of this post left
For those who weren’t around in the Deep Lore times, this is one of the relics of the editable post era. This post has THE SINGLE HIGHEST NOTES of ANY post on this site, bar none, but with more than a dozen variations. Every single post you’ve ever seen with more than 3 million notes has been a different version of this one.
This is the “Dean’s Gym Shorts” post. This is the Flubber post. This is the original “Reblog if you support gay people” post. it was ALL of them. before half the site got nuked, it had even more notes than it has now - at one point, well over 15 million, and that was years ago.
This, with no exaggeration, is the ONE TRUE heritage post
I left him
And he asked why because it didn’t make sense. We seemed happy. There was no fight.
A calm before the storm.
And I want to be a nice person and tell him. It’s not him. It’s me. I just need change. But it’s not
I got tired of not getting enough.
Got tired of being in second place. Being a spare tyre.
Got tired of making excuses for him.
Got tired of crying myself to sleep
Got tired of the panic attacks.
The half ass excuses and the endless arguments.
I got tired of not being loved the way I deserved. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
But why is it so hard to say this without feeling like I’m breaking a sacred vow?
What I really wanted was a great love story. A hot tale about passion and love and fire. What I got instead was you and you’re so much more than just a story, baby you’re life. And through you I’m learning to live and to love again and I can’t even express my gratitude the way I wish I could.
This is our great life.
Let’s fall in love and see what happens
I met a boy and he makes me feel like a girl.
Who’s gonna tell him he’s stuck with me now
I lost my way and maybe finding it back is someone’s name
And if he loved you, he’d love you like the world was ending and you’d swear the stars were written in your name and that the sun shines for you and the birds chirp only in your presence.
And that’s if he loved you.
I wanna be loved as passionately as I’ve loved. It’s not a crime, but if I tell you this and you start saying that you’re not enough for me, I’ll feel bad and guilty that I don’t appreciate you for who you are, when in essence there’s nothing wrong with who you are, you’re enough. But you’re not meant for me.
500ml is a lot but it won’t fill a litre no matter how you pour.
Set me on fire then.
#words #love
I crave a deep romance. Yet constantly I’m in contact with shallow waters.
I testify...yes I am swimming in the deepest of waters...
I never learnt to swim...isn't it safer to say I'm drowning and I don't mind..
Bitch
I’m not saying you should love me just because I love you but don’t tell me you love me if you don’t.
i'm single. if someone wants to ruin my life, send me msg
Just like that, we become strangers again.
anti-intellectualism actually refers to when I'm scrolling through tumblr tired and I skip all the posts longer than a paragraph
Me on a Monday morning.
It’s heavily raining outside so all the cool girls are getting under their blankets.