He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?
— (via paintdeath)
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I figured out that I can’t forget. I can’t really forgive. But I can live. Live with it. Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it’s there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid and horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping.
Right Behind You by Gail Giles (via aphrasebook)
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brootal-emocore:

bloodyoathmate:

those people who insult you and then act like the victim when you say something about it

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"WOW OMG I WAS JUST KIDDING JESUS Y CANT U JUST TAKE A JOKE GOD GET OVER IT ITS NOT A BIG DEAL OMFG WOW I DID NOTHING WRONG"

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luckydayblog:

ron swanson and my dad are literally the same

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agentlemanandasavage:

savagepumpkin:

Per girliegrrl request

Gentleman Savage

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humansofnewyork:

"He’s always supported a sense of independence in me.""How has he done that?""By letting me do what I damn well please."

humansofnewyork:

"He’s always supported a sense of independence in me."
"How has he done that?"
"By letting me do what I damn well please."

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