Apr 17, 2014

A few of my gnarly ass Mormon buddies have blogspot to say hello to everyone back home/ say wassup. If I were on a mission, id start my post with “sup homieeeeee$$$s lmao jk but what’s good tho”

Apr 17, 2014

"Dating" doesn’t have to have feelings. It can just be two cool grown ups having dinner, talking about stuff, and hanging out.

Apr 14, 2014

(Source: kristenwiiggle, via heytinafey)

Apr 9, 2014

engage-with-zorp:

good luck friend

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Apr 1, 2014
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Marcel Proust  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Apr 1, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"My dad lived in Newark, so he’d pick me up on the weekends and I’d go stay with him. But since he didn’t really get along with my mom, he’d never come over to the house. Whenever his train arrived, he’d just call and I’d go to the station to meet him. But one weekend he was three hours late. I tried to call his phone but he didn’t pick up, so I assumed he wasn’t coming and left to see a movie with my friends. I guess his train showed up a few minutes later. Because my mom said he called as soon as I left. When I finally got in touch with him, we got in a big fight. He was mad that I’d gone to see the movie. He said I didn’t care about him or love him. That was on Saturday. Late Sunday night, I got up to go the bathroom, and found my stepdad and mom crying in the kitchen. They couldn’t even tell me he’d been murdered. They just said that ‘something happened to someone in Jersey.’ I asked if it was my aunt. Then my cousins. Then my grandma. And my mom just kept shaking her head. I went down the entire list of people in Jersey before getting to my dad. And with each name I said, I got more and more scared, cause I knew what had happened."

humansofnewyork:

"My dad lived in Newark, so he’d pick me up on the weekends and I’d go stay with him. But since he didn’t really get along with my mom, he’d never come over to the house. Whenever his train arrived, he’d just call and I’d go to the station to meet him. But one weekend he was three hours late. I tried to call his phone but he didn’t pick up, so I assumed he wasn’t coming and left to see a movie with my friends. I guess his train showed up a few minutes later. Because my mom said he called as soon as I left. When I finally got in touch with him, we got in a big fight. He was mad that I’d gone to see the movie. He said I didn’t care about him or love him. That was on Saturday. Late Sunday night, I got up to go the bathroom, and found my stepdad and mom crying in the kitchen. They couldn’t even tell me he’d been murdered. They just said that ‘something happened to someone in Jersey.’ I asked if it was my aunt. Then my cousins. Then my grandma. And my mom just kept shaking her head. I went down the entire list of people in Jersey before getting to my dad. And with each name I said, I got more and more scared, cause I knew what had happened."

Mar 31, 2014
Mar 30, 2014

http://faganchelsea.tumblr.com/post/81182242220/transcripts-im-that-friend-that-has-to-walk

transcripts:

i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m…

Mar 28, 2014
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
Sharon Olds (via thatkindofwoman)

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Mar 26, 2014
allcreatures:

Picture: ANDREY SLEPNEV/CATERS (via Pictures of the day: 25 March 2014 - Telegraph)

allcreatures:

Picture: ANDREY SLEPNEV/CATERS (via Pictures of the day: 25 March 2014 - Telegraph)

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