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“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”

— Kate Jacobs; Comfort Food

“Even the good people, the ones you dream of meeting, fuck up. People aren’t perfect and loving someone means handing them a gun and trusting them not to shoot you. But we’re all human and sometimes we get scared and we panic, accidentally pulling the trigger. That doesn’t mean that they don’t love you… it just means that Life doesn’t come with an instruction manual and sometimes we do the wrong thing. So do you banish them from your life and try to forget their existence when you might have made the very same mistake if the roles were reversed? If they shot you and are begging for forgiveness, willing to do anything to make it up to you, do you give them another chance and hope that the good you see in them will overcome the bad? Or do you just shut down and walk away?”

— I guess it depends what kind of person you want to be - Jess Amelia

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hope your pets stay healthy in 2017

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I almost didn’t blog this and felt guilty

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supersexyawesomeness

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my mother’s trust issues are leaking into my chest and I’ve got my father’s nose and his tendency to stop calling back so I’m sorry about the 9 missed calls I have from you and the 6 voicemails I never played I swear I’d love you if I could

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me: *stares at dog for 5 mins*

owner: u wanna come pet him

me: who me? sure :)

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date someone who holds your hand when you’re anxious

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100 layers of

depression

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i get nervous when my battery drops lower than 70% and i think that says a lot about the kind of person i am

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growing up ugly didn’t even help me build character I just have intense self image issues and crippling anxiety over the way I look 24/7

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They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.

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