February 2012
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Too sad drunk to sleep.
It’s harder without the snoring I’ve grown so fond of.
Watch(via inaredwhim, senchii)
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WatchThis is my life.
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My dash is full of festivals and it’s breaking my heart.
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I haven’t flown through a book that fast in a long time. Fuck you, Hunger Games. I think I’m a little bit emotionally scarred after that book.
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow
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I got a little emotional reading this.
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Sorry tumblr, I don’t have time for you anymore. I’ve discovered MapCrunch and I’m never going to stop.
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That was the single most traumatizing episode of Dr.Who I could ever imagine. I’m forever and ever MORE terrified of statues and cement figures. As if my phobia wasn’t already huge enough..
remainsofawastedyouth:
And I claim I’m not excited with my life anymore, so I blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it’s myself.
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