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twenty. MN girl. junior at the University of Dayton.
disclaimer: i do not own any photos posted on this blog, unless noted otherwise.
twenty. MN girl. junior at the University of Dayton.
disclaimer: i do not own any photos posted on this blog, unless noted otherwise.
| 50% of me: | "I love dresses and flowers and pretty things." |
| Other 50% of me: | "I love tattoos and hardcore music and concerts and skinny jeans." |
1 month ago
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The Boston Marathon bombing happened for a reason. The two men had reasons. I can guarantee that one of them was anger. Someone did or said something, or didn’t do or didn’t say something, and they were angry.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, is all “YEAH! ‘MERICA! USA” and then the next minute they are making ignorant, rude, and bigoted comments such as, “How do I even pronounce that?” or “That looks like a terrorist’s name.”
SHAME ON YOU. IT’S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT ARE THE REASON THIS SHIT HAPPENS.
1 month ago
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Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
In these bodies, we will live. In these bodies, we will die. Where you invest your love you invest your life.
Mumford & Sons
1 month ago
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You either like me or you don’t. It took me Twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else
