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Just some words of real shit -

Be careful who you have unprotected sex with.

Be careful who you vent to.

Be careful of how you use the word ‘love.’

Know when to let that shit go.

Be careful who you speak to about your finances. 

Calm down before making decisions in anger.

Some bridges need to be burned.

Know the difference between like, lust and love.

Trust your gut.

Write it down; you’re not gonna remember.

Find an outlet for your stress/anxiety. Run, yoga, drink/smoke in moderation, write, meditate. find something that works for you.

Once it’s on the internet, it’s nachos anymore.

Stop trying to please everyone. It is impossible. Someone will be offended. Someone will be unsatisfied. 

Drink more fucking water. 

Memorize important numbers by heart. Your phone may not always be available.

Love yourself. Learn to if you do not know how. If you put yourself first in all that you do, it will come to you soon. 

Stop caring so much about what people will think and say. Because fuck em. 

Stop lurking through his/her shit. Mind your got damn business and live.

Try to be considerate of how your actions or lack of can affect others. You never know what people may have going on. The inconvenience can cost time, energy and money.

Communication kills assumptions.

Cum often.

#kbye

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Too many young people being pressured to have their life together instead of just enjoying it.

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The Golden Age of Children’s TV, the 90’s.

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Girls fuck the same dick 50 times it doesn’t matter. Girls fuck 50 different dicks and their vagina has stretched into a black hole. Fuckboy logic.

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I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.

Lora Mathis, The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You (via larmoyante)

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what a time to be alive