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i’ve been prayin’ hard, i said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars

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bgc-land:

me during a maths test

For myself, for a long time… maybe I felt inauthentic or something, I felt like my voice wasn’t worth hearing, and I think everyone’s voice is worth hearing. So if you’ve got something to say, say it from the rooftops.
Tom Hiddleston (via philosophy-quotes)
“Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it.” George Carlin

Thus starts my end of the year post..

Wildcat: Of course but Maybe a 2013 take in ten points

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Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.
Edgar Allan Poe (via easymomentsandobsession)
krystil-with-a-k:

tattoosanddrugs:

itty-bitty-babe:

kingforhermione:

lets-get-drunk-and-gamble:

scarred-mistake:

beanpunk-rockerbath:

This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.

SIGNAL BOOST.

The small amount of notes on this post worries me. 
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS

REBLOG THIS OR ELSE

imagine it’s you

imagine it’s you or someone you love

krystil-with-a-k:

tattoosanddrugs:

itty-bitty-babe:

kingforhermione:

lets-get-drunk-and-gamble:

scarred-mistake:

beanpunk-rockerbath:

This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.

SIGNAL BOOST.

The small amount of notes on this post worries me. 

SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS

REBLOG THIS OR ELSE

imagine it’s you

imagine it’s you or someone you love

I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
J.D. Salinger (via misswallflower)
She was a curious girl who loved the smell of old books, chasing butterflies and touching herself under the covers.

Michael Faudet 

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