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WHO DID THIS

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the thicker your thighs are the more kittens can lay on your lap

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holy fuck these look amazing

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because nothing smells better than a gorgeous sex bomb… lol that sounded awkward

This is so powerful

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Painted my vans :)

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Cathedral Cove, New Zealand [960x640] - Imgur

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kelsea has been hands down the best model i’ve ever had.

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Stop waiting for friday, for summer, for a boy to fall in love with you. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make something of the moment you’re in right now.

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cake batter truffles.

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My biggest regret in life was not spending more time with my father while I had him around. On June 4th 2010, just ten days after I turned 15, my father died due to a heart attack. It was his 8th heart attack within fifteen years. The doctors told him that his wasn’t sick enough to qualify for heart transplants or any other life saving surgeries. In the early morning hours on June 4th, James W. Slote woke up with chest pains and shortness of breath. He went to the dining room, hoping it would go away. After fifteen minutes, he called for his wife, my step mother, to wake up and call 911. They lived a mere block away from the hospital, but his wife was not legally able to drive in Canada, even though she had a license from Holland, where she was originally from. By the time the ambulance arrived, my dad knew that he wasn’t going to survive - and he wasn’t going to die in the hospital. He held onto the arms of his chair and refused to move. He died on the porch of his house around 4:30am.

Even though it has been over 3 years now, I miss my father so much. I really just wished that I could have spent more time with him. And I really really wish that I had of taken photos with him. I always hated having my picture taken, so the only ones I have are from when I was very little.

On March 2nd 2014, my dad would have been 59 years old. I know this is just a simply blogging site, but its been my escape from the world since I lost him. It would mean so much to me if this could just get a few notes.

I love you so much daddy. I miss you more and more every day ♥