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Dec 12, 2012
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Sometimes I forget that i am a work in progress and I don’t always have to be perfect.
Dec 12, 2012
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(Source: loveisperfect-loveiselliott, via poetdreamer)
Oct 27, 2012
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Oct 25, 2012
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We made our way
up the glade
Glistening and gloomy
Shinning with a passion
Yet unknown to us
The trees spoke of ancestors
That came before us
Trials they faced
Just like our lain ahead
A sickly cry rang out
A swift smack
Time stopped
We cried.
Oct 24, 2012
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Sep 19, 2012
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(Source: foonyroo, via elscorcho216)
Sep 18, 2012
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- Me: Harry Potter is, like, the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, then all of a sudden you have a Sonic Screw driver, you're carrying salt everywhere and awkwardly in love with Sherlock Holmes and you don't really know how any of it happened, but your pretty sure it started because Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursely of 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.
- Friend: I don't even know how to respond to that.
Sep 4, 2012
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I think one of the best feelings in the world is when someone remembers something you said. Whether it was something from yesterday, a week ago, a month ago. It’s just like, “Wow, you actually listen to me.”
(Source: now-this-is-living, via swearbyit-deactivated20121226)
Aug 29, 2012
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Aug 22, 2012
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(Source: alecwiens, via while-eye-kiss-the-sky)
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