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My cat is prettier than you. #kittensofinstagram #catsofinstagram #arwenthekitten (at Oak Grove, Mississippi)

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Welcome to the world, lil nephew. ✌🏽 #uncle #nephew #proudunclemoment

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my cats are literally on drugs

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“Black was his color, hers.. hers was red. Dripping red.” #spooky #halloween #javamoes

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via weheartit

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lucky enough to have a manager position at a job that i love, doing what I love. life isn’t always dark, not always

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need; a definition

i need somebody who will go on late drives with me to somber panic! songs, who'll make me do dumb cute things that i'd never heard of, who will straddle me under my moonroof just so we can share the stars. I need somebody who makes me feel like this stuff isn't mopey sappy bullshit anymore.

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I still miss her everyday, and everyday it hurts more and more. I know I should let my feelings for her go but I don't know how. And it sucks

take the pain, let it flow through you, touch every nerve, every bone inside your body, and then let it out. let it leave you, and make sure it doesn’t come back. she made her choice, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. instead, grow stronger, change, until she’s only a memory. one you don’t remember often.

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This universe loves honesty, so don’t hold your tongue or your punches.

Matthew Cuban Hernandez - “Challenger” (via buttonpoetry)

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"last night i woke the fuck up

i realized i need you here as desperate as that sounds"

i've been sitting here missing you and i haven't stopped

no one matches up, babe. no one does

Woke The Fuck Up - Acoustic - Jon Bellion

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Dangerous but fun.

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You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate.

My father’s recipe for the man I should marry (part ½ of a series)

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god used a careful hand when he drew each line of you, and he painted your curves with shadows. Deep, and full of places for my hands to explore. I wanted to watch over you, like a sculptor guards his art from the acidic rain, like a painter keeps his colors bright with new strokes, and how a gardener cares for his flowers even when the winter comes. Everything I write will always be too long, but never quite enough to convince you that you're more than anything I could make with these tired, tired hands. So I just admire from a distance. And hope one day my eyes, and your memories of me will tell you what my lips never could.