justbeingfabulous:

you know those people that can literally carry on a conversation with anyone are amazing like wow how do you do that

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there’s a part of me I can’t get back
a little girl grew up too fast
all the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound

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slowly, and then all at once.

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theangelshavethetimeturner:

amyjpond:

some people are winning olympic medals right now and i can’t get out of bed

I did dishes today, I think I was successful.

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100% sure im ugly as hell and yet I still expect to be in a relationship with a hot person

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Crystal Reed and Darren McMullen attends the 16th Costume Designers Guild Awards with presenting sponsor Lacoste on February 22, 2014 in Beverly Hills, California.

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nepeter:

oh my god? why not “oh our god”, you selfish prick? unfollowed and blocked

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As we are floating in the blue
I am softly watching you
Oh boy your eyes betray what burns inside you

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“Okay,” he said. “I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one.” 
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay,” he said. 
I giggled and said, “Okay.” And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone. “Okay,” he said after forever. “Maybe okay will be our always.”
 “Okay,” I said.
 It was Augustus who finally hung up.

“Okay,” he said. “I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one.” 
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay,” he said. 

I giggled and said, “Okay.” And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone. “Okay,” he said after forever. 
“Maybe okay will be our always.”
 “Okay,” I said.
 It was Augustus who finally hung up.

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