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if you’re ever sad look at this

or this

instead of being mad at someone watch stitch cuddle with a pillow

shhhh don’t cry look at stitch !!!

NO SADNESS !!! NO NO !! STITCH !!

stitch doesn’t want u to be sad !!

pls don’t be sad

PLS 

stitch loves you stay safe 

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Seringkali orang menilai kehidupan yang dia sendiri tidak pernah melaluinya.

Jiwa Gabra

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RHODES - RUN

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Every single time. 

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I hope my back didn’t break your knife.

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there are 7 wonders of the world and i am 3 of them

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I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.

(via 16k)

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"how are you single?"

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Reblog it if you're muslim and you're proud of your religion.

Every Muslim should be reblogging this.

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There’s a kind of pain that goes beyond words or rational thought. It’s not always going to be as easy as leaving a conversation, or a room, or even a relationship. Distance won’t be enough. Someone you love will hurt you so deeply that it makes you recede to that primitive part of yourself that only knows survival. All you can do is react. You become this twitching, snarling animal that gnashes its teeth at every hand, whether it’s outstretched in anger or in tenderness. ‘Trust’ becomes the thorn in your paw that gives you a limp. Some days, you’ll find a coat of fur more durable than your thin, vulnerable skin. You’ll find a heavy pair of claws more useful than those neat-trimmed nails for dissecting what’s left of your mangled heart. Nobody will know what to do with your pain; they won’t understand that your guarded eyes, bristling spine, and matted hair are all measures of protection. Listen, that’s okay. They don’t have to get it. There’s nothing wrong with embracing your wilderness if it serves you to be rough. Don’t tame yourself for the sake of being pretty; you don’t have to be soft or civilized for anyone. Please don’t ever feel guilty or ashamed of what you have to do to survive. If you want to be rough, be rough. If you want to bark, then bark. Bare your fangs, be feral. You’ve always had this trapped howl inside you; here is the pain that forces you to release it. You sweet, vicious thing. Snap every finger on the hand that breaks your heart, and don’t stop for a second to feel sorry about it.

"Teeth" | Anita Ofokansi (via deeplystained)

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At the most bare bone honest, none of us fully understand life— why we’re here, what we’re supposed to do, and especially what happens afterward. We’re born crying, and some people never stop. There are smiles, mostly fake or forced, but some real, can’t-help-it, eyes closed big ones that make your face hurt. Then, in between crying birth and sighing last breath a lot of shit happens, and that part is different for everyone.

Some letters from a letter to a friend who needs it | Derek Deyling (via thedbldee)

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plot twist: you stop the police officer for not wearing a seat belt