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I still occasionally wear it…
I pretend you still have my back, late night roof conversation included.
Wether I wore it around my neck or my wrist, I always had a part of you.
Now I wish I could erase your memory. But I guess there’s a reason this won’t catch if I throw it into flames. You sneaky bastard…
Michael Scofield. Might be my favorite fictional TV character of all time. If you never watched Prison Break before, I’d encourage you to find it on Netflix or DVD one day
I promised myself I would pierce my belly button when I lost 20pounds…
(Source: aaaaaaaana)
I want to belong
Somewhere…
Where messing around with guys, doesn’t turn your hypocritcal eyes on me. Where I don’t get banned from a “friend’s” house because I refuse to be pushed around. Where I can get along with girls for an extended period of time, or guys without having to grow a dick.
Where I’m not judged by being religiosly inept, or having no intent on being a good two shoes. Where I can wake up in the morning and not have to pretend I wasn’t drunk of my ass the night before because I couldn’t pretend any longer.
Maybe my career choice won’t be so insane, and having multiple cats isn’t frowned upon there either.
But most of all…I just want to be loved without pity.
I thought I had this, but I wasn’t being true to myself and you didn’t love the real me.
You know you have low self esteem if you are constantly cock-blocking yourself in your own dreams.
(Source: flowerlilies)
my weakness…
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(Source: tidesgettinghigher)
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yeeeees
(Source: thegirlkelsey)
(Source: my-life-in-books)
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