Nadja, 15, Sweden. I like music and good things, like fiction. I also have mayor fucking social anxiety and suck at life.
“beauty sleep” is such bullshit I sleep 12 hours a day and I still look like a trashcan
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it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
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Forehead: Friendship
Closed Eyelids: Thankfulness
Tip of nose: Good luck
Cheek: Happy to see you
Lips: Love
Earlobe/Neck: “I want you” , Lust, Desire
Top of hand: Respect, loyalty
Computer screen: I love you but I can’t ever have you (because you’re not real)that last one though
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Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”
This picture actually gave me goosebumps.
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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
✿\(。-_-。) “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo flower.”
i found it
the original post
i found it
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WHATEVER YOU DO IN LIFE
DO IT FOR AMERICA
DO IT FOR PAPRIKAS.
AMERICA
PAPRIKAS.
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it literally stresses me out how much good music there is that i still haven’t listened to
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