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partism:

Do you ever feel alone even though you are out with your friends? Like they ignore you in their conversations and you don’t know why. Even when you try to put yourself out there in the conversation they ignore your response. Because I feel like that all the time.

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lesliexox518:

newyorkkkkdoll:

boomboomclapclap:

ocheano:

yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this 
- my story - 

If someone said this to me i would cry from happiness

Awww 😍πŸ˜ͺ

I used to get texts like this πŸ˜πŸ˜– so cute

frillious:

wwehs:

how to be an adult

this video is all that matters

M

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poopflow:

I CANT BREATHE

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carapherxelia:

Tonight Alive - The Edge [x]

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ifunnyws:

Jonah Hill & Morgan Freeman

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orlandobloomers:

animals-riding-animals:

hamster riding dog

this guy looks like he belongs there he fits so well in that little weird dog head notch 
grungevegan:

"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was fucked off my head. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows, no one fucking knows this but I went to rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my fucking band and my family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much." -Oliver Sykes APMA’s Speech