crawltowardsthemoon:

"millions of flower petals erupt from a volcano, covering an entire village"

how on earth

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waweyn:

She just died like 17 times in that fight

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realitytvgifs:

Nicki gets it. (x)

shesavulgarwoman:

Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron

They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Why does this not have more notes??

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After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
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Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.


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OMG EXACTLY. It is now. SO FUCK YOU.

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astrodidact:

This is SO badass….

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officialcrow:

inkimyewetrust:

Only acceptable way to ask your girl to prom

he paid her a dollar to go to prom w him

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

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lenadreamsingold:

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ohmaam:

thuglifeandhackysacks:

It was a simpler time.

THE ORIGINAL TURN UP

^^

Maybe its because I’m from Georgia, but this is basically my middle school soundtrack (damn, I’m young)

Yoooooo

my life before college in a photoset.

Middle school and high school turn up - turning into college pregame playlist

Skating rink days

Throw backs

Go for someone who is proud to have you.
Frank Ocean  (via meeresluft)

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funkies:

LMAO STOP