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government: that was a military missile drill not a ufo 

me: 

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Hi. 

This is a message to Sophie. I don’t know if you still ever come to see how I’m doing. I’d like to think that after the history we had you are still curious to know if I’m around. But then again, I made it clear that I would never use this blog again. So maybe you’ve stopped checking now. 

At any rate, whether you ever see this or not, I need to vent and I can’t message you because I made a promise that I would never bother you with my struggles or problems again. 

I miss hearing from you. I wish I knew what’s happening in your life now that our time together is over. You’ve still got a few more months to go,I believe, of your vet tech training. I know that the last few terms are hellish and strenuous. Nonetheless I’m confident you’ll do fine, as I’m sure you’ve been doing these last few months. 

I’ve gotten a lot better, emotionally, since our breakup. I’m getting better at not letting the thought of you break me. Though I still fail at times. It’s my own fault, and I remind myself that the pain we endure is a measure of the love one has. That is why I hurt so much now. I loved so much then. 

Sometimes I dream that you contact me to ask how I’m doing, like you used to when you cared. I see that you still check my snapchats. So you’re at least curious to see what I’m up to. I wish I could hear your voice again. Everything is a trigger to me. I hear a person laugh and I think of how you laugh, I take a shower and I think of showering wit you, I make ceviche and I think of when I made you food. I go grocery shopping and I think about when we did. I think of anything and you’re there, you invade all my thoughts. I’m trying hard to make that happen less. But truly I’ve had little success. For maybe a month and a half I was able to diminish the amount of time I spent thinking about you. But it was fleeting and in you came once again, like a season. I don’t know why either, it’s not like anything has changed. Maybe because this around is the time we met. 

I think about your birthday, and well, it’s some time away, but I hope maybe I can wish you a happy one. But I’d only ever do that if by that point you contacted me. 

But honestly, maybe it’s best that we keep this distance. Maybe it’s just best to let us never be a part of our lives again. Maybe it’s best that  we let dead things be dead. 

If you read this... I hope it’s gotten easier for you. I hope you’re alright. And I still do love you. 

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Well, I think I’ve pretty much finished my move into my new blog. So peace to everyone else. Thank you for the follows, and to some of you whom I might have missed in the refollowing process, thank you for the years of being a mutual and you’re all so cool. I wish you the best. If you want to follow my new blog, just message me. I’ll probably check this blog one or two more times.

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James Chapman’s animal sounds illustrations are so cool!

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I can’t stop watching this 😫

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Oh my god. I am actually crying and snorting.

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The ending to Hunger by Flying Lotus(off of the album Until the Quiet Comes, for those who haven’t heard it and should hear it soon!) is transcendental in my heart. It takes my very core to a place of such melancholy beauty and love and to me this song is such an other-worldly entity in sound. 

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I got a good morning text from my sister I can already tell she’s going to be using that phone to contact me a lot hahaha

its ok though she can say hi whenever i just gotta get used to her having a phone. At least now someone will wish me a good night every night

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B.B. King [September 16th 1925 - May 14th 2015] 

B.B. King, one of the most influential blues players of all time, has passed away at the age of 89. B.B. King has been inspirational to a countless number of musicians, from big stadium filler bands to bedroom guitar players. The way King plays his guitar spoke to the hearts of millions, and will certainly never be forgotten. The beautiful thing about music is that King’s legacy will never fade, and he will always be held in high regard as one of the most important figures in modern music history. 

We will never forget you B.B. King, you’re the King of Blues, and you always will be. Rest in peace. 

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If you gotta force it, just leave it alone. Relationships, friendships, ponytails… Just leave it.

Reyna Biddy  (via carteir)

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I’m Shipping Up to Boston by Dropkick Murphys by Trench

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can we just take a moment to appreciate pugs

I mean c’mon look at these cute

stupid ass

lil mother truckers

I want 50

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