smileytherager:

Weed
sixth-impact:

fuckedupwonderlandd:

little-sub-princess:

I feel this on a spiritual level

So relevant though..

it happens to the best of us

sixth-impact:

fuckedupwonderlandd:

little-sub-princess:

I feel this on a spiritual level

So relevant though..

it happens to the best of us

yongmuney:

this is an appreciation post for anyone who has ever tolerated me

pipers reaction to polly and larry is my reaction to polly and larry 

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Paramore All I Wanted
Paramore
All I Wanted

thewonderyrz:

"I could follow you to the beginning
Just to relive the start
Maybe then we’d remember to slow down
At all of our favorite parts

All I wanted was you.”

thereal1990s:

Girl, Interrupted (1999)

thereal1990s:

Girl, Interrupted (1999)

Okay I’m fighting tears as I type this. Today, July 22,2014 I turn 18 years old. Almost a year ago my stepdad, this amazing man you see in these photos, was fighting a losing battle. Exactly a week from my 17th birthday (July 28, 2013) this man, my daddy, my hero, my rock, my family’s inspiration, lost his battle. He died exactly a week after my birthday. And although a part of me is forever scarred by how close these two events in my life are, there’s a part of me that desperately wants to believe that he fought the cancer so he could be alive for me on my birthday. What disgusts me about myself, and it will for the rest of my life, is that while he was slowly dying in front of his two sons and wife and everyone else in our family, I ran off to drown my pain in alcohol and I became to addicted to it that it nearly killed me. And although I can’t stand myself for doing what I did, and how what I did destroyed everything in my life, I found a way, and I don’t have any idea how I did, but Im sober now. Graduated high school, got a job, and am getting my life together. But none of it will ever be the same. He will not be there to walk me down the aisle if I ever get married. He will never be able to hold his grandchildren. These pictures are all of him and I. My point is, life is too fucking short for negativity. There’s so much sadness that comes with life already so why add more to it? R.I.P. daddy. I can’t type anymore bc the tears blur my vision

forgottenfeeelings:

´´

2073:

money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a false sense of security and fruity alcoholic beverages to numb the pain and honestly what’s the difference