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Patrick, 19
3DS friend code: 1891-1395-5981

I finally hung out with that guy.
He’s cuter in person.

3 minutes ago
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"I started doing roles and working with people that I really respected and became passionate about the art form of acting. And I’m still trying to figure it out. Still learning, you know?"

(Source: logaylerman, via creepywaxliam)

4 hours ago
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moto-vet:

classof1999:

living-in-gmajor:

Pulled a fast one on us 6 year-olds, Disney.

she knew what was up

Holy shit :O

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15 hours ago
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You said I was fucked in the head 
I’ll never leave my bed again 
I’m not made for the life I have 
I never meant to hurt anyone

(Source: seethroughperson, via urbanoutfitterssadboy)

15 hours ago
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do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

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3 hours ago
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I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’
deadliftsandredlips:

lifeweightsandpavement:

Way too powerful an image here…
This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…
Picture by Meg Gaiger

I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.

deadliftsandredlips:

lifeweightsandpavement:

Way too powerful an image here…

This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…

Picture by Meg Gaiger

I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.

(via notbr0kejustbentt)

15 hours ago
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