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Brittany
18
California
♥ Dirt Bikes, Skaters , Jack Gilinsky & Justin Bieber♥
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I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..

kaliforhnia:

Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.

(via loserslol)

australiansanta:

i apologise to every puppy that i havent patted yet and i’ll be there soon pal

(via lubricates)

purjo:

muslimmilf:

thehottestdesignershades:

oprahsmom:

fashion

omg it’s just like cinderella <333

cinderella gotta shave dem legs

cinderella does what cinderella wants
And before I knew it, it was over. I guess it never really started. We’re back to being strangers.
bloodyarmin:

imaginarycomics:

I AM THE OVERTEEN
ALL BOW BEFORE THE OVERTEEN

you are the dancing queenyoung and sweetonly over teen
godshideouscreation:

feedmyaddictionnow:

kingofwesteros:

Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.

THIS IS BRILLIANT

Can this please get more notes!?

rabioheab:

calling people on the phone is more stressful than open heart surgery 

(via guy)

I loved you before I ever touched you.
Some days I sit and think, and wonder. Why I am the way I am. Why I say the things I do. Why I always seem to say the wrong things at wrong times, or the right things that I never seem to say at the right time. I wonder why people don’t respect me as much as I respect them. I wonder if they realize how fragile I am and that the smallest things can crush me into a million pieces. I wonder if I told them would they try to brake me or would they try to save me. I wonder if I never opened myself to certain people I wouldn’t be this way. This broken. I have no one. Or at least it feels that way. I wonder what it would be like to live a life without needing the constant reminders that everyone doesn’t hate me and that people don’t care what I wear or how I laugh. Or that one side of  my eyeliner is thicker than the other, or that it doesn’t matter about what I believe in. I wonder. What it’s like to live a normal life.

aliens-ate-my-mum:

Showing my favourite movie to my friends
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(via forward)