sad teenage dirt bag

Addie & Charlotte's Tumblr for the ATDPTI project

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Way drunk, Eugene was shot and killed by one of his good friends, Bobby, who was too drunk to even remember pulling the trigger. Why did they have to be such drunks? Alcohol is bad luck.

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I was crying because I had broken my best friend’s heart. But God has a way of making things even out, I guess.

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Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.

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When she looked at me, my heart stopped.

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If you let people into your life a little bit, they can be pretty damn amazing.

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yep tru lol

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She was in pain and I loved her, sort of loved her, I guess, so I kind of had to love her pain, too.

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“Life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community”

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When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing. (at least to us Indians)

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"My name is Junior," I said. "And my name is Arnold. It's Junior and Arnold. I'm both." I felt like two different people inside of one body. No, I felt like a magician slicing myself in half, with Junior living on the north side of the Spokane River and Arnold living on the south.

my life

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what even is hope omg

"what is hope? who has hope?"

white people