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from thelovenotebook
thelovenotebook:

More good vibes here

bowlingforsoup:

id like to see an english teacher write a successful text post

sealcat:

do you ever just listen to someone’s problem and you have nothing to say except “I’m sorry” because there is literally no way for you to help and you get sucked into a vortex of guilt and despair because you are useless 

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from kuhrinaaaa143
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from thai7anium
exost1:

affluence-de-la-vie:

source
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from thai7anium
mistergoodlife:

Double Trouble.

follovved:

blazekinn:

follovved:

i may be ugly and untalented

but…?

thats all

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from danseure
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
(via -zero)
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from yeol-ie
codybiancoposts:

London Ontario currently.

grrrlfever:

wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time

macklemack:

50 shades of dark circles under my eyes

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from j-ennyboo
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from humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)
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from luxxmarcinn
luxxmarcinn:

crash—test:

Veneno Red (by Nathan Craig | Photography)