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flyaway-freedom-heart:

h0bbitberry:

simonwang:

Twilight in two seconds

This is the only twilight thing I will ever reblog. 

I have been waiting for this gif
Mar 31, 2014 / 325,012 notes

flyaway-freedom-heart:

h0bbitberry:

simonwang:

Twilight in two seconds

This is the only twilight thing I will ever reblog. 

I have been waiting for this gif

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thebutterflysgrave:

am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

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redandyellowmakepurple:

usatoday:

This 17-year-old violinist and aspiring physician was accepted to all eight Ivy League universities. Meet Kwasi Enin. (Photo via William Floyd School District)

I AM SUCH A FAILURE 
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redandyellowmakepurple:

usatoday:

This 17-year-old violinist and aspiring physician was accepted to all eight Ivy League universities. Meet Kwasi Enin

(Photo via William Floyd School District)

I AM SUCH A FAILURE 

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fastcompany:

This Animated Map Will Show You How Many People Each State Has Executed Since 1977
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So gay marriage has been legal in England for almost an hour.

brettball:

In that time the fires of hell have burned through ground. My house collapsed. All babies have become homosexuals with no concept of morality. God has disowned us. Strange lizard men have started taking over parliament. The undead have woken and are on a mission of destruction. My eyeballs have burst. And ducks are speaking latin. 

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I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse  (via doll-hearts)

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I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
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