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[ingloriousbassets]

When you use your ears as flotation devices because you can…and because your legs are short!

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FireCatches:

Home :)

[justinnneeeeec-blog]

Future home. ❤️

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25

I’m going through so many emotional stages, and the quarter-life crisis is already kicking in. The one person that I need more than ever is miles and miles away, and I barely have anyone to turn to. My two and only close friends have already given me the advice that they could possibly give. There’s only one thing to do at this point…

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

For all the things my hands have held the best by far is you.

Andrew McMahon (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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[motiya]

I hope the universe blesses you with a moment of peace this week. You’re doing the right thing, and you’re going to be okay.

[mockingbirdie]

do you ever just sit around and think I’m in my twenties.

[justinnneeeeec-blog]

My baby finally got his dog today, and just seeing him happy that he finally get's to have someone right there beside him, makes me just as happy. I can't wait to meet her next month! ❤️

[fuckyeahswellmusic]

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Everclear - Santa Monica

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[tarynel]

Oop

[justinnneeeeec-blog]

You're my best friend, and I love you.

[quotebook-in]

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes (via quotebook-in)

[theblackquill]

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via theblackquill)