No. It was nothing. I know what it was. It was only that this was one of those days when you know how good it is to be here. And so you suddenly think — what if we hadn’t made it?
― Epilogue, Nichelle Nichols (via backshelfpoet)
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I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
― J.D. Salinger  (via perfect)

(Source: orsomethinglikethatreally)

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isis-:

kinky-saint:

rock10zxa:

manafromheaven:

werewolfloves:

squigglydigg:

vvankinq:

teamrocketing:

i was looking up chicken noises to annoy my sister and now i can’t breathe

IM CRYINGG

I STARTED PLAYING THIS IN THE CAR AND MY ENTIRE FAMILY TOLD ME TO “TURN IT OFF HAILEY” WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT

ITS 2 AM AND I AM DYING

EVERYTHING HURTS

this is literally what i’ve set up as my alarm for school

How can I teach my chickens to sing???

why this exist i dont know but its amazing

Moni’s egg endeavour

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taxicar:

im like pre stress stressed like im stressed about the stress that i will b stressed about 4 school……………..education is magical 

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chronicillnesstruths:

Chronic illness has this way of taking away your ability to earn money while simultaneously costing you a whole lot more money. Lovely.

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rocknrollercoaster:

it must be really wild to actually have a positive relationship with your father

like

?????

some people really have that????

that’s incredibe

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when I have ten things to do and already need a nap
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Going out with Friends

bartonellababe:

Getting out in public always starts out like:

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And then, 2 hours in when you’re stuck in public and your illness starts in:

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But when you get home, that feeling of being alone and safe again:

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#justspooniethings

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