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💚💚💚💚💚 can’t take the cuteness.

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iknowimpathetic182:

f—uckkk:

So I’m Ed Sheeran!?

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paigecrawford:

This made me cry. Love you big brother.

iangiggitygiggity:

I stayed up all night recording this cover song and i never really got it the way i wanted, but i think it’s important that it was recorded live all in one take by my lonesome the way it was, and sounds the way it does.  

With that, take this song with a grain of salt, and just listen to it for it’s honesty.

It’s very far from perfect,  and if you can, take it and use it’s element of modesty.  Do something positive in response.  This song is a long-overdue apology to my sister, Paige.

You’ve got a friend in me, Kiddo, and I love you.

Does it burn to know I wasn’t the last kiss on your lips? The body your hands last raked over wasn’t my own. Your eyes last lusted for another soul.

It’s like leaning on a broken chair, you’re waiting for it to give. You never get full rest because you never can relax.

From coast to coast, I’ll make the most of every second I’ve been given with this crowd. Without a doubt, you’re all I dream about.

The nights we felt alive. The nights we felt alive.

“i wish i could break you. push you over the edge. i wish i could make you live inside of my head. i wish i could paint you and add all my scars. “

“nothing’s wrong with feeling just a little bit crazy.”

“you’re my favorite heart attack. my drug inside a dress. is it bad that i just want to relapse when you’re close? i need that overdose. you’re my favorite bad habit.”

The pacific wind rolling through my hair. I pretend. It’s hard to pretend. But, I pretend someone you were once breathing this air.

“i’m falling up.”

“they sent me off to war and i barely made it out alive. it was skull versus chest, and i didn’t even bring a knife.”

She looks at life like its a party and she’s on the list. She looks at me like I’m a trend and shes so over it.

A heart in love is a heart on fire. I’m happy to say I’m surrounded by ash.

Life isn’t about what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go.

NO AMOUNT OF VINTAGE DRESSES GIVES YOU DIGNITY.

Do you feel that fire when our lips touch. Remember that desire when our bodies rub. There was the taste of love on our lips. If we ever get that again, I don’t wanna miss it.

“she’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress.” — only Taylor swift could nicely call a girl a whore.

On the news today: man being prosecuted for luring a boy into basement and strangling him. Then disposing the body. No signs of sexual assault.
So I ask myself: what did the boy do? I’m not in ANY way condoning what the man did. But, if there was no sexual assault then, he killed the boy…to simply kill him. I like to think that as Americans we’re more civilized than that. But this makes me question. I guess why I’m trying to say is. Yes, the man was a whack job. But, I’d like to believe that something, no matter how small, sparked his crazy. Not that he was crazy on a whim. After all, if on a whim one can murder an innocent boy… Then no one is really safe, or to be trusted.

You make life the perfect day and perfect night. Not to bright and not to light.

The tortures of my mind. Is this punishment for what I left behind?

Relationships are a lot like sports. You’re on top of your game. You’re going to the big win. You’re on top of the world. You blow your knee out. Your world Is shattered. Everything you know taken away. Are you drawing the parallel? With hard work, dedication, and lots and lots of will power most will walk again. Some won’t. Even fewer will run again. Just depends on the magnitude of your pain, and the dedication to the rehab. But, going back to that sport you used to love… It’s rarely the same. Heaven forbid you injure yourself again. The sport might never be the same to you. You’ll always love it. But, you’ll never be fully able to enjoy it. You’ll always have that worry of pain again.

mindofalexmarshall:

It’s the right time when you’re not asking yourself if it’s the right time.

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