You can drink too much
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost.
— Beau Taplin (A Most Unfortunate Truth)

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soo-yonce:

"who wants this last slice of pizz-"

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bravedad:

i wonder how many people im in the “id be down if you asked” zone with

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sossidge:

me 11:59 September 30th

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me 12:00 October 1st

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Lazy Saturday morning by Pamela Greer

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marxisforbros:

"There’s a cure?!" asked the girl that kills everything she touches
"Hey shut up we’re perf" replied the girl that makes clouds. 

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I desperately want to marry a guy like him

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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? — Ernest Hemingway (via jheneaiko)

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daftlypunk:

i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”

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f-aint:

I want to talk to you but my face

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redbarracuda:

I decided to visit the Boston Public Gardens today, to see the bench from Good Will Hunting, so I could pay my respects to one of my idols. I wasn’t alone, as crowds of young and old stood near, bound together by sadness.

Rest in peace Robin.

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