To making it count!

Stubborn introvert.
I take solace in your insignificance.
chronic illness * kronic wellness
I know who I am. After all these years, there's a victory in that.
I'm not lost; I prefer to wander.
Words are words; actions define you.
Movement On Dreams * Stand Under None
I can’t promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you is this- if you are willing to try, I’m staying.
He tells me I sparkle

He tells me I sparkle

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4 days ago
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lilpunkin:

the thing is literally NO ONE cares if u dont think leggings count as pants. no one. no one cares. everyones gonna keep wearing them as pants. theyre pants. no one cares what u think

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5 days ago
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j’ai donné mon âme, mon âme et mon amour

FUCK

(Source: cayya, via fuckyeahannibal)

5 days ago
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baby:d-d-d-d
dad:daddy?
baby:destroy capitalism
karl marx:nice
5 days ago
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If I could choose one thing in life that I like to do for myself, that would be traveling everywhere with no restrictions to how long I could stay at a particular place, what I could do, what I could buy, who I get to be and get to take me with. That would be fantastic.

beahbeah:

this website SAVED MY BRAIN when i was a stressed out college student who couldn’t stop flipping out long enough to prioritize. quite a few of you are still suffering through college so i hope this helps you too!! c:

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5 days ago
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movieshift:

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."

movieshift:

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."

5 days ago
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I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
You become so infatuated with them that you get lost. You don’t remember a time where they weren’t your every thought. You don’t remember what it was not to love them.