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When I’m really, next-level stressed, I cry about the most random things. A movie. A song. The beauty of the sunset. It’s like my bottled stress just starts leaking out at any opportunity it can find. It’s alarming and confusing and pretty embarrassing.
probably the reason why im still single is because i didnt forward those chain messages when i was 13 yrs old
my friend is hiding under this bean bag in the library so he doesnt have to go to PE
the only way you can see him is if you get on the floor behind the bean bag and see the light of his phone
I bet he’s on Tumblr
Mom: I’m leaving, don’t watch no tv you still grounded
Mom: *comes home early*
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.