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Remember that one time in an episode of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody when Bob said…

lizthefangirl:

nadinelovesdinosaurs:

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and you may or may not have realized that those were…

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they don’t make em like this anymore

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Eighty percent of success is showing up.
― Woody Allen (via psych-quotes)
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timid:

do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you

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purasvidas:

sanchezita:

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

ARE YOU KIDDING

purasvidas:

sanchezita:

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

ARE YOU KIDDING

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humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

humansofnewyork:

"My brother was killed when I was 13. There had been a fight at a nightclub, and my brother was not involved, but he was shot in the head as he tried to run away. He was very popular in my town, so there were many reporters and friends outside the hospital when I got there. When I walked in my mother was sitting in a chair, crying. She wouldn’t even look at me. She wouldn’t speak to me. Not only did I lose my brother that day, but I lost my mother too. Life from then on was about her suffering. She stayed home all day, she cried, she didn’t pay much attention to us. Nothing was allowed to be more important than her suffering. Nobody else was allowed to have important problems. Her pain had to be worse than everyone else’s. She preferred it that way."

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awwww-cute:

Nobody wanted the runt, but he was perfect for me! Say hello to Bear

awwww-cute:

Nobody wanted the runt, but he was perfect for me! Say hello to Bear

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