twerkingforbuddha

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my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”

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you are still the only thing and every thing i need in my life

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skeleton // the front bottoms

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Neil Hilborn, Our Numbered Days

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“If you have doubts, fears, whatever in a relationship, you’ve gotta, like, talk about them. That’s basically what my whole new book is about.” -Neil Hilborn

[twerkingforbuddha]

Me: puts on my vans

My brain: ahh… blink-182, pizza, sk8 or die, skinny jeans, running away from my hometown, Emo Nite, Warped Tour, my friends, minivans…

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Grow privately

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Be a private person, live peacefully.

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“the boy cries you a sweater of tears and you kill him” sounds like a richard siken poem but so does squidward’s subsequent line “this time there’s gonna be love. so much that he’s going to drown in it”

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Twelve Feet Deep // The Front Bottoms

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Neck Deep - Parachute

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Yeah, I’m stressed, but I’m stressed with you so it’s okay.

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We’ll shuffle around the apartment In our socks And we’ll let our lips Drift toward each other Like tectonic plates Made out of kittens

Static Electricity, Neil Hilborn (via pexchblood)

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Looking back at the girl I used to be and the shit I would allow/tolerate makes me so happy about the woman I am today. I’m come FAR as hell

@thesexualquotes (via thesexualquotes)

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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