Going to the mall is so incredibly triggering.
Normality is a paved road. It is comfortable to walk but no flowers grow on it.

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virginiacountryboy:
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace.
Can I marry you??
well…he pretty much explained it
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most amazing explanation i have ever read, forever alone lol
REBLOGGING FOR WHAT’S WRITTEN UP THERE. WOW. AMEN.
wow
Wow
Wow
im fucking crying
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carvedtopieces:
Cutting is a strange thing, and the urge to go deeper is always there. And when the urge to cut kicks in, is like trying to stop a train with your body
wow this^
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moltres:
overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them

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This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.
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SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS EVERYYYYYYYYYBODY
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Im craving Peanut Butter
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Sugar in fruit? Is there something wrong with you?
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OAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTMEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL AND WHACK THE PEAUTBUTTER ON THERE
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Do you even lift?
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I want every pair of nike pros ever
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i HATE RUNNING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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Green tea? I am green tea
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I dont need an inner thigh
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SQUATS SQUATS SQUATS, MORE SQUATS
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Give me new gym clothes now
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I WANT TO BE IN A COLOUR RUN
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My dashboard is making me hungry
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It's not a diet it's a lifestyle
Every time I think I’m starting to get better Ana just yanks me right back like “No bitch. You’re still fat. “.