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in case you don’t find what you’re looking for
in case you’re missing what you had before
in case you change your mind
i’ll be waiting here in case you just want to come home
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Loneliness is deeper than the ocean. But here, too, there is not mystery. Our intrepid child is liable to fall quickly to the very bottom without even trying. And since the depths of loneliness cannot sustain life the child will swim to the surface again in short order, no worse for wear.
Some of us, though, can bring breathing aids down with us for longer stays:drugs and alcohol, mind numbing entertainment, hobbies, ironclad routine and pets. With the help of these aids, a poor sap can survive the airless depths of loneliness long enough to experience its true horror - duration.Counting Heads
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i usually don’t reblog this stuff, but seriously guys, MEMORIES
(Source: goaheadtry, via inancyyy)
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harlotstarlet-queenofconeyisland:
THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
Excuse you.
Excuse you
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
we all need this on our blogs
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Jim fucking Hawkins…………..in my bed now!
i wasn’t gonna reblog this, but the more a scrolled down the cuter they got
peter!
(Source: kharen-hardcore)
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I WAS WAITING FOR THIS TO SHOW UP ON MY DASH AGAIN OMG
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
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“It’s not about what you leave behind, it’s about what’s out there waiting for you.” - Keegan Allen
(Source: theolekingcole, via inancyyy)
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I’m a fucking mess.
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I’m not sure why I want to write you here. I’ve been writing in my journal, pieces of paper in my notebook, email drafts, old receipts. But that’s all stuff I know you might never see, and at least here theres a possibility you’ll see and you’ll get this glimpse into how this whole thing has made me feel, and I guess I’m willing to take the chance you’ll remember my tumblr and do a little stalking and see this.
I miss you. I want to tell you everyday but I can’t anymore. I have to stop myself from sending a text or dialing your number just to hear your voice. I wish you’d talk to me. I have my own little 500 days of summer expectation/reality sequence everyday where I imagine how I’d handle you coming back, it hasnt happened yet. This probably isnt healthy for me, but what do you expect when you promised so many times that this was forever? I handle it so well in my head but I think in reality I’d break down, you’ve already smashed me to pieces.
I hope it hurts you as much as it does me to wake up and know you don’t have me anymore. I hope you feel a twinge of pain when you check the time on the watch I bought you. If I’m being completely honest, I hope you realize you made a mistake and you try coming back. It might take time for me to trust you again after this but I’m not one to throw away promises that easy and I did make a promise. And I love you. I told you, you’re my first love and I’ll always love you.
