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karicanrun:

andrea-running-lifting-living:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Yes!!

Love this!

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It hurts that you never apologized.
4:57 p.m. (Apologies)

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I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
James Frey (via halluzinogen)
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livebythesun--lovebythemoonn said: just wanted to remind you how beautiful you are! :*

I love you

Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.
Turkish Proverb   (via ulascan)

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I love this hair color?!

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sirpastydick:

idk about u but im feeling 22
pounds overweight

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brashycouture:

June 13, 2014 at 11:52AM

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quazza:

what if bodies just had random errors like computers do

you go to receive your starbucks coffee and accidentally punch the barrista in the face then shit on the floor

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What would your 7 year old self say if she saw you politely refusing your favorite flavor of ice cream.
(Mint chocolate chip goes best with warm summer nights)
What would she think if she knew you drank coffee black.
(You use to tell your mom it tasted like gasoline)
Skipped breakfast.
(Your dad made pancakes every Sunday morning)
Ran until your lungs couldn’t take in oxygen fast enough.
(No one is chasing you anymore)
Counting every calorie.
(You never liked math)
What would she say if she saw you hating yourself .

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this hit me like a bus

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