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Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

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when you just had a productive day and finished all your work

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This guy's laugh is priceless. Hehheehehehehe

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I saw you as you were, beautifully broken and wondrously destroyed, but god I loved it.

Coral-vellichor (via coral-vellichor)

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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I JUST FOUND THIS VIDEO ON TWITTER AND IM CRYING

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I absolutely love my hair 💕

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epic

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I had a weird ass dream!

So it starts. I get off a train and now I'm on a cross walk signed by red bricks on the floor instead of the white lines. This black woman come along and is about to cross. Then she sees that it's a "whites only" cross. So she starts j-walking and crossing the street street. I follow her and tell her wtf do you mean. A cross walk is a cross walk. Who cares what people say. I say some motivational shit and she agrees with me. We then turn a corner and I'm just like walking across a bridge alone. I get a phone call and it's Ash. She's talking to the same girl and the girl's going though some emotional discomfort. Being the good person she is she talking to her. She tells Ash she's feeling bad about herself of something so I told Ash what to tell her and how she was special in her own way. She tells me she's happy and then I look back up from my phone and I'm like entering an abandoned parking lot connected to like a factory. I meet up with her and the other girl and she's just walking looking cold as fuck cuz she's like walking with her arms pressing against her body. So magically I pull my hands over my hand and cover her in a huge blanket. She looks back at us and says thank you. We keep walking with her and we get to like a boat loading station controlled by keys. I just so happen to have one and just know that she happen to leave one turned. So I told Ash to look as I turned it back on and put it back. After that I said we should get outta here just incase people see us. We start walking and pass an ally with a spotlight on it. So we duck and move on to the next one. There we move up the ally to like a really beat up back yard. It has a couple planks in a ramp kinda way leading up to the fence we came in through. We get up and now Ash is looking really cold. Somehow I had a park car in a parking lot and we just got in. I try to get my phone and but don't cuz I'm dumb and the car just starts driving. I hit the break because I wasn't ready to move yet but then I went. We start driving and idk where I am. Then I see the signs I would see if I was in Chelsea (city) so I'm like "hey wanna get dunkin?" And she said yeah. So I continue driving then I realize the breaks only half work while we're driving pretty fast down the road. I'm panicking pumping the breaks and it's really late into the night and all of a sudden we get a massive drop off and start losing control of the car and we end up facing sideways on the car. It wasn't like upside just turned to face somewhere else. We're pretty shook so we get out the car and start walking down more to see if we find something. We get to a beach and not even 10 seconds later we see a plane just come out of no where and just throw and fling blue bodies everywhere and now there's blue blood coming from these bodies. We freak out and go back up to a house and she got light headed. She passes out and so we're in a house and I leave her by the door and I went inside to get something. (Not my house so idk) I grab like a can looking thing and I come back and the doors wide open and ash isn't where I left her. *Note you were passed out!* I run outside and I just see a black figure running to me. It like teleports or something because it's just you hugging me and me yelling "wtf! I thought you got kidnapped or something!" And then I woke up feeling like I'm gonna throw up 🤢🤢🤢

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And the funny thing is every time I was with you, the rest of the world faded into obscurity - And every time I was with you, I felt like I had all I need.

reminsces (via reminsces)

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I understand him now. He was lonely and needed someone. He was lonely, and lonely people will pull the trigger eventually.

Philippa A. Madsen - Twelve months (via theremnantsofapoet)

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I learned the hard way that loving someone isn’t always about holding on. I held on to him so tight that he was gasping for air under my clutch. I thought I was showering him with love when in reality he was drowning right in front of me. The tighter I held, the more he slipped away. My love was controlling and I was suffocating him. It was too late by the time I realized I needed to let go, he was already gone and I had lost him.

(via findmeinthedepthsoftheocean)

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5 a.m. I’m supposed to wake up, but the truth is that I haven’t slept. No “good morning”. No, “I love you”. 6 a.m. It’s time for breakfast. You would have had muesli and I would have clumsily had my eggs. But, it’s only for one now. 7 a.m. Embrace. A kiss. A “have a nice day”. But, it’s only locking the door behind me now. 8 a.m. A message to make sure we got to work safely. I stare at my phone, but there are no messages to display, except old ones I have kept. 9 a.m. I can’t concentrate. 10 a.m. The coffee tastes bitter. I can’t concentrate. The cigarette hurts my lungs, but I still smoke it – trying to exhale you. 11 a.m. I can’t concentrate. 12 p.m. Lunchtime conversations surround me. I know where you are, but I can’t walk to you. We won’t be sharing our lunch and discussing the morning. 1 p.m. I can’t concentrate. 2 p.m. I can’t concentrate. 3 p.m. Another coffee and another cigarette. It’s still the same. I don’t look forward to leaving work. There’s nothing to go home to. 4 p.m. People are making plans for the weekend already. There are still no new messages to display. 5 p.m. I can see them rushing out the door. That would have been us. I stay seated. I want to cry, but not here – not at work. 6 p.m. I can’t concentrate. 7 p.m. I can’t concentrate. 8 p.m. I missed my bus. It’s raining and I have an umbrella, but no one to share it with. My left shoulder of my suit will remain dry. 9 p.m. We would have shared a glass of wine. But, I take out only one glass – Glenfiddich 15 year old straight. It’s only me drinking. 10 p.m. I said I wouldn’t look at old photographs, but I can’t help it. I can’t cry. Not through lack of want, but the tears won’t fall. 11 p.m. We would be making love, sharing kisses and smiles. But, your side of the bed is cold. 12 a.m. Your side of the bed can find me staring – aimlessly. It’s still empty and I keep telling myself if I stare at it for long enough, you’ll appear again. 1 a.m. I can’t sleep. 2 a.m. I can’t sleep. 3 a.m. I can’t sleep. 4 a.m. I’m not restless. I’m numb. I can feel my heart throbbing, wanting to escape from my chest. It wants me to watch as it tears – heartstring by heartstring. 5 a.m. I’m supposed to wake up, but the truth is that I haven’t slept. No “good morning”. No, “I love you”.

Navin E. (I miss you & I can’t sleep)

Ouch...

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I have never been happier than the moment your name was mentioned and I realised I had fallen out of love with you. Finally, it was like I was finally free of the chains I had tangled around my head and heart.

Getting over you was the best thing that happened to me. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)

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Age 11: The first boy to hit me was also the first to give me a flower. I traded my forgiveness for a promise to never hurt my little sisters again. My dad called me brave. Age 13: I met a boy at a drive in movie and he kissed my neck. I said I’d meet him there again the week after, but I couldn’t show up because I needed to preserve myself as an idea. I haven’t seen him since. Age 14: I have the overwhelming urge to be everybody’s first something so I can make sure it’s perfect for them. I want to create memories and let people live without regrets. Age 15: If you show me your broken heart I’ll give you pieces of mine in order to repair it. Age 16: I was never an I, only an us. I shouldn’t have let you become my better half, because now there’s a hole in my chest. Age 17: I found you while I was searching for something to fix my chest. You can beat on me if it will make you feel whole again, because I’m here at your disposal. It feels like love, but maybe I’m just hoping it was.

Timeline of a people fixer (K.M.)