white nights


forever the pretender


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  • me after eating one healthy meal: i wonder how much weight I've lost
mintiscream asks: What's your career goal after college?

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thesquirtlesquad:

I read this as a kid and it had a really significant effect on me and and it’s a big influence on my world view and I still think it’s the most beautiful and profound thing anyone’s ever said about beauty

thesquirtlesquad:

I read this as a kid and it had a really significant effect on me and and it’s a big influence on my world view and I still think it’s the most beautiful and profound thing anyone’s ever said about beauty

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acai-tigers:

✯ indie  ⌖ modern  ⌖ tropical ॐ

acai-tigers:

✯ indie  ⌖ modern  ⌖ tropical ॐ

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Anonymous asks: Your dick is probably like a tic tac hahahahhahaha

shwagerr:

That’s probably why your moms mouth is so fresh 

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  • What I mean: You are one of the best friends I've ever had. The level on which we connect baffles me. I'm so so happy that I can share my interests, secrets, guilt, faults, joys, and insecurities with you in confidence and receive encouragement to improve and keep being better, and I'm comfortable with the ease with which I can reciprocate those feelings and that support to you as well. We make a great team and I'm really fortunate to have you in my life.
  • What I say: u lil shit

wwworldwide:

im sorry. is my swag distracting you

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My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday, That his roommate from college And best friend from high school; Overdosed and died, Last Wednesday night. My brother is 25 years old. He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark, And cried for the first time in six months. This is not poetry. My father is very, very sick. He sleeps for seven hours, To build up a half hour of strength, Just so he can pick me up from school. He hasn’t been well in over a year. And still, He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.” I am swallowed in fear, That soon enough, he will go to bed, And never wake up. This is not poetry. There are thousands of people, fighting cancer, and war, and death, just to have one more day, In hopes that it will get better. And still, You people glorify sadness, and long for your death, because apparently life, is just too much of a burden. Wake up, your ignorance is sickening. Your life is thousands of times more beautiful, Than your death will be.
—For My Father, S.Skavdahl (via exoticwild)