because I'm Amy.

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Via seeeeena - uncensored

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Via nicole♔pacheco

(Source: armiichou)

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Via shit happens, stay positive Zoom

teenytigress:

SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY

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Via seeeeena - uncensored

yanilavigne:

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Via To live doesn't mean you're alive.

(Source: togifs)

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Via .........

defivnce:

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Via Pancakes and Saturday Morning Cartoons Zoom

this hood taught me golden ways.

(Source: toonvmi)

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Via To live doesn't mean you're alive.

thefishsmustach:

Seeing this breaks my heart because I just want somebody to hold me like that

(Source: OVERSEX)

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snorlaxlovesme:

so i cleared my throat today and

and then someone poked me in the side so I laughed

and THEN I FUCKING SNEEZED

and that’s what it’s like being on the second day of your period

i hope this has been educational

Via sherryberrycherry

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Via Been there done that.

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Via schweenz

(Source: danielodowd)

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Via wattup. i blog n shit.

(Source: memewhore)

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Via pockysticks Zoom

obsessionjason:

thousand feelings in a sentence.

because you’re not the same person in my memories anymore.

(Source: ashletsparty)

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This game we play is perpetual

It’s a vicious cycle, really. I don’t recall who started it, but it keeps building up. The rules are set, “hurt me, and then I hurt you 10 times worse”. I know your intentions and you know mine, and we’re getting too good at this game. So good, that we’ve become so numb to the prospective pain. Like it doesn’t even matter anymore, we just do it because it’s …a reflex. To hurt each other. With or without intention, we don’t even know anymore.

I’m not sure whether this is making me stronger, so that I can endure each of your blows with greater fortitude, or killing me more and more inside until I finally break. And truth this, I’m scared.

I don’t want to play anymore. I’m tired. We both need stability, we both need closure.

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