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Amy. 22. Michigan.
  • glowcloud:

    nishlo:

    trillow:

    ive watched this so many times

    u know he hit the blunt right before he walked out like “just one hit no big deal” but he pulled TOO HARD

    omg he’s so scared. I feel like I’ve been in this exact position. and then when letterman makes the “dave-z” joke u see his face light up and he’s like “yes… This is my friend”

    This is like SNL but a million times better.

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  • "Missing you is the strangest experience I have ever had. Most of the time, I can go through the motions of my everyday with only minimal intrusion from the lack of your physical presence. But then I am chopping peppers in the kitchen and I am crushed by the waves of sadness that swell in the absence of your hand from my lower back.

    I can still feel the outline of your shoulder blades on my fingertips, and the softness of your lips as they find my neck. No matter where I am physically, I am always back in North Carolina, tangled up with you."
    twentyisthenewblack 
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  • gnarly:

    when the red light just turns green and somebody is already beepin at you

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  • "

    One.
    You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

    Two.
    She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

    Three.
    When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

    Four.
    In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

    Five.
    You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

    Six.
    You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

    "
    The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb 
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  • "I am not
    a puzzle piece
    created to complete
    him.
    I am
    the finished product.
    I am my own
    piece of art.
    I am
    the fucking gallery."
    Michelle K., What I Am, Not. 
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  • fall-out-boy:

    on this day, 6 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz

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