Photo Set

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Photo Set

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burgrs:

my mom is telling me “get a good job” but my heart is telling me “marry rich”

(via this--too--shall--pass)

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Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.

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This is not
recovery,
this is
remission.
This is looking your death
in the mirrored eyes
daily,
smirking,
and walking away.
There is such
power
in your steps.

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blxckbiird:

babeobaggins:

this is still SO FUNNY

"so what text me!" seriously hoW SHITTY OF A PERSON ARE YOU
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We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.

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How brave
of your body
to keep breathing
when all you can think about is not.

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