Who Are You Now?

lindzbizkit:

leslovebug:

2018 has fucked me up man

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remanence-of-love:

lsd-kitty:

2random2person:

lsd-kitty:

How to not be lonely; be your own friend.

Are you suggesting i trip hard enough to astral project my body out of myself so much so that i have a conversation with my self??

Cuz im down

Yes

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acreaturecalledgreed:

the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible

because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person 

from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing
and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating

it’s fucked up. 

adtrtumbrl:

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purplebuddhaquotes:

“Someone will come into your life and love you as much as you love yourself.”

— E.J. Cenita

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menderash:

i can’t understand ppl who hate rats. “their tails are creepy!! there’s no fur on them!!!” ??? you don’t have fur on most of your creepy ass body either. “THEY HAVE LITTLE PEOPLE HANDS” YOU HAVE LITTLE PEOPLE HANDS TOO, stop hating. you’re weak. look at their sweet faces. they just want to love u.

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coltre:

I can’t imagine someone getting sweaty hands or feeling butterflies in their stomach when they look at me like I can’t imagine myself being the object of someone’s late night love fantasy

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kpayneee4:

I’m not heartless but I am emotionally unattached to many things. Either I’m nonchalant or truly passionate, there is no between.

imhellafinee:

Be clingy, take care of me pls

imhellafinee:

Need somebody who can sit in silence with me while we watch the sunset

itscalledetiquettedarling:

one-time-i-dreamt:

I played Sharpay in my school’s production of High School Musical (I’m a 6ft tall guy) and I shared the part with this girl who looked nothing like Sharpay either. Instead of having one of us play Sharpay the first night and the other one play it the following night, the first person would run off in the middle of the scene and the other one of us would run on the stage and finish the scene. Also, all the costumes were only in her size.

nothing saddened me more than reading what blog this came from

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