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computer: whhhhhhhhHHHHHRHRRRRRRRRRRR
me: shh it's ok


In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
Gertrude Stein (via amissinglink)

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I literally find this way too funny

I literally find this way too funny




chickensandwich:

how she do that

chickensandwich:

how she do that

(via go-to-rehab)



(via go-to-rehab)



(via go-to-rehab)


Johnny Cash photographed by Jan Olofsson, c. 1966

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migrated:

change the direction of the train if you concentrate

migrated:

change the direction of the train if you concentrate

(via che3kb0nes)


“I hope [he] makes you happy.”

That sentence really broke me.  Because he doesn’t make me happy. Not at all:

When I talk to him, he either ignores me, looks through me, or rolls his eyes at what I’ve said.  He has absolutely no interest in anything about me beyond the physical aspect yet he always stands this false pretense to try to prove otherwise.  He smiles but I can see the hatred boiling in his eyes.  He resents me—It’s clear.  When I’m upset, he doesn’t console me, he just tries to pacify me. Yes, I have opinions, I’m not going to apologize for speaking my mind.  But I also have a somewhat entertaining sense of humour.  How would he even know, since he cancels me out once I open my mouth.  I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel so insignificant.


i like rocks. i like sex. i like cheese and root beer and burritos. i also like you.
James Deen (via youhadafastlife)

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