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the-personal-quotes:

follow this hipster granny on tumblr, you won’t regret it

the-personal-quotes:

follow this hipster granny on tumblr, you won’t regret it

therapsida:

great going “dick smith”

therapsida:

great going “dick smith”

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susiron:

The worst thing about Tumblr mobile though is you’ll open it up and see something really interesting at the top of your dash

then the app refreshes itself and it’s gone forever.

Boring Textwall Ahead

Sorry for this… I know few people look at my blog anyway. But I really have no emotional outlet; and I have to get some things out. Now.

I have some great friends. Let me start with that.  pulanski is my rock, angrylayeredhaircut is the best twin you could ask for. chemtrailqueen is into the same kind of weird humor I am and  bitchtitairlines is like a brother to me.

But despite having these people around, despite being able to text them any time of the day or night—I know I can count on them when I need them—despite all of this, I feel so alone. 

Like a lot of us, I seek my soul mate. I don’t know if this is like a 1/4 life crisis or what, but I’m beginning to think that it’s hopeless. I just have so many hangups.

I’m shy to the point where some days I just can’t cope with daily life. I force myself, of course… but now I am wondering how I am ever going to meet someone if I don’t ever go out and interact. How am I going to convince someone I’m worth loving if I can’t convince them I am worth talking to to begin with?

I don’t often dream when I sleep, but when I do, usually it is about finding love. That is all I really want out of life: to find someone I love. Someone who loves me. I know I will fight with him. I know he will disagree with me. Things will never be perfect… that simply doesn’t happen in the real world. But the passion behind out arguments will be out of real love, not out of contempt for one another.

Sometimes I just want to stay asleep; live in the pleasantness of my dreams, where I am whole.

I’ve been walking a lot lately. Usually later at night. In the crisp, cool autumn night, where the stars are clearly visible. And like a 5 year old little girl, I make my wishes. 

I don’t know that these wishes will ever come true. I really don’t hold out much faith. All that I do know is that I am incomplete; lonely. Empty. I am a great guy; I know that. I have a lot to give… but I keep myself in my own little world, in a world where I am free of the pain of rejection. And because of that, I probably won’t experience the joy of love.

Will I be forever alone? I don’t really know. I hold out a small, bare thread of hope. In the end, that is all we really have, right? Hope.

tastefullyoffensive:

This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.[via]

tastefullyoffensive:

This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.

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recoffthevine:

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING BUT IT WASN’T THAT

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carinteriors:

2015 Renault Espace

carinteriors:

2014 Dacia Lodgy Stepway

True.

True.