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“There is no reality except in action.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism

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adrenaline

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Aye #thislookslikemybestfriendnakedlol

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serious

please don’t ever leave

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gentle reminder

please try your best to not put yourself down for being sad about things that “don‘t matter” - if they matter to you, they matter

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You're allowed to be sad sometimes. Its healthy to cry once in a while.

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Never.

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love

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“Eat Your Heart Out” is a series of words remembered from break-ups reimagined as something sweet.

by Isabella Giancarlo

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And if your carpet Made my face itch, It’d still be heaven In my head.

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This is the sickest shit I’ve ever seen

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This is so important. Know your elements before getting tatted. And if you are tatted you better have this shit memorized.

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tattoos are hot.

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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”