You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Stephen King, “Joyland”  (via revoult)

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Because sometimes, even if you know how something’s gonna end, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride.
Ted Mosby- How I Met Your Mother (via rainbowcupcakes7)
cheerupbuttercupitssunnyout:

And we’ve all moved on… 
Goodnight

afire-inside:

really in the mood for receiving $50,000,000

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stumpatd:

stumpatd:

i wish i knew what you were thinking 

i just realized this probably sounds really deep about some boy or something but its about my dog 

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  • Him: Do you love me?
  • Me: I love walking to my favorite coffee shop and sitting there for hours talking with my best friend. I love picking up a new book, and not putting it down until I've read every word. I love listening to music, with the volume all the way up, until my ears hurt. I love going on tumblr and seeing someone new followed me. I love taking naps in the middle of the day and then staying up all night. I loved you, but you kept hurting me. I learned that in order to be okay and keep loving the things that I do, I had to love myself more than I loved you. So I did love you, but I don't anymore.
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My old journals by Krambambuly on Flickr.
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
"Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via wildfoxxxxx)

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