I wrote on my arms and liked the number 13 before Taylor Swift.

You’ll always be such a catastrophe

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3,000 posts!

3,000 posts!

taylorswift:

mosaicbrokenhearts:

mosaicbrokenhearts:

taylorswift so like can i get your pumpkin chocolate chip cookie recipe or nah

taylorswift come on come on don’t leave me like this

I use different ones but this one is pretty solid.. Except that I don’t use milk chocolate chips, I use semi sweet or dark chocolate chocolate bars that I chopped up into different sized chocolate chunks.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/pumpkin-chocolate-chip-cookies-recipe.html#

Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight. "Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via claire-luisa)

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I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon. Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via iwasadaisyfresh)

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Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself. Heidi Pickett (via purplebuddhaproject)

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There’s nowhere to run, I have no place to go. Surrender my heart, body, and soul. How can it be you’re asking me to feel the things you never show?

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WHEN I REALIZE I’M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK

hollywoodassistants:

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My transition from college into the real world

whatshouldwecallme:

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Anniversary

meganamram:

One year ago today, I got in the driver’s seat of a car that my mother paid for and gave me and drove from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles, California to (at most) flourish and (at least) not die. Ten years ago today, some normal-sized people hijacked some normal-sized planes and flew them into…

I skip parties and meals and
meaningless appointments,
but it doesn’t make me feel
any lighter. I forget to tell my
friends that I’m okay every
now and then and they have
stopped asking me about it.
They think I’m tired of being
around them, but the truth is,
I’m just hiding from myself. wtm, something I wrote a while ago (via wordscanbeenough)

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The morning after a big night when I’m remembering everything I did the night before

whatshouldwecallme:

What Have I Done?

How I feel being a part of the working world

whatshouldwecallme:

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But if a mirror ever makes
you sad
you should know
that it does
not know
you Kabir (via pinkprincessparts)

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