MaxximusPRIME

My name is MaxximusPRIME, you can call me Maxx, PRIME, Maxxipad, or whatever the fuck you want. I hope you enjoy following me & posting pictures from my mildly exciting life.

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No one gives a fuck

People hate doing what they're supposed to, thinking twice about doing dumb shit before they do it for instance.. Then they end up regretting it, whatever it is they did. Apologies only mean so much when you've heard it all before.

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*RAISES FIST IN THE AIR FOR THIS*

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Yes.

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Basically

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My motto

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lmao for real

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I would try this shit any day

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This is what I think about all day :o

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Yup

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Woadie

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My hometown hero and woman crush every damn day.

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PHANTOGRAM

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Jon Stewart vs. People Who Don’t Understand How Birth Control works

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There will never come a day where I will not reblog this.

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mandatoryupgrades:

Kanye lyrics improve literally any photoset

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Amanda and her cousin Amy by Mary Ellen Mark North Carolina, USA, 1990 In 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia. Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing. The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss. Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.