Rebecca. N.C. 17.

fuckinq:

cuddling would be cool right now

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there are things i want to say to you but the words burn like acid on my tongue and i can never seem to get them out
Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

ebuddies:

a series of unfortunate eyebrows

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dietcoketho:

fun fact: your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me

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43mcg:

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randomweas:

denst:  

Video → (X) 

MY JAW LITERALLY DROPPED.

damn… this is so sick.

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phoenix5power:

This actually made me fucking cry.

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thatfunnyblog:

credit to this kid in my class

HIGH SCHOOL

This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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