Life is what you make it or what you take from it. Some way or another we all continue on. Find what you love and make it yours, because that's the only way you'll be one of the people pushing through the day. You'll have something to look forward to.

2nd June 2013

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smokepotwithme:

I got bored.

smokepotwithme:

I got bored.

2nd June 2013

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2nd June 2013

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crazyflux:

i don’t care what blog style, i’m following ALL back x

crazyflux:

i don’t care what blog style, i’m following ALL back x

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2nd June 2013

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geekrest:

All it needed was a little groovy love.

geekrest:

All it needed was a little groovy love.

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31st May 2013

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gonks:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 
Lonely are the sufferers.

gonks:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 

Lonely are the sufferers.

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31st May 2013

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31st May 2013

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