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You are LGBT if..

You are lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender. That’s it. Aces aren’t LGBT.

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Her: Do you know when you’re scratching your head and you get like oily scalp dust?

Me: ...Do you mean dandruff?

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Romantic Silhouetted Kissing pics ep.2. Sommi are reunited in Jamaica for summer and cherishing every second

~sammi

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If two people are meant to be together, eventually they’ll find their way back.

(via snouze)

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saga576

~sammi

u know that feeling deep in your tummy where u just dont feel comfy and u feel sad and sort of want to cry but not about anything specific its like your entire body is just upset and unnerved all the way to the core almost like ur just longing for something but dont know what

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LORD OF ASHES COMES OUT TODAY

too bad I can’t get it until I’m back in Canada

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GOODLUCK

The Samantha is starting her APs tomzies. Although I already said it, I'm saying it again. Babe, The only reason I'm wishing you luck is because it’s traditional. Tbh, you don’t need it. You've worked hard and you know everything that’s on that paper. Breathe, quit stressing, get it done, and then come see me in June. If anyone can ace these exams, it’d be you. 

You got this, bb. 

-Solo

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Texting

its hard esp. to convey emotions and if you are in an ldr which you text in, expect periods of what we are calling a texting stall when one person gets super busy or their schedule gets some changing. Good luck to anyone else out there tackling the struggles of an ldr, we all know its worth it.

~Sammi

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Hotel Life Hack

Sammi taught me this and it came in handy:

If you're at a hotel and lacking a phone charger, ask the front desk if there’s any at the Lost and Found that you can borrow. Apparently, people lose those a lot.

Always remember to return them after use tho. Be nice human beings!

-Solo

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I’m asking for help from the LDR community. I’m not asking for donations, just a reblog. However, if you feel inclined, even $5 helps. :) In any case, would you mind reblogging a post from me? I’m in a relationship with a wonderful girl, but we’re separated by about 3000 miles, so I created a GoFundMe in the hopes that we could get help raising the money for her to come visit me. There’s a link to the post at the top of my blog (“Help me meet my love!”). Thanks! - Kody/theskyisachart Guys go help them out :)

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Because I doubt you are even planning on participating in blackout with your hot self I picked your cutest/hottest selfies from my collection to show the world …look at this cutie. I’m in love with him and that silly hat. ~Sammi

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Bull

She bit her lip as she placed the six-of-diamonds on top of the deck. Beside the dishevelled pile of cards, a rusty revolver sat on the table. She noticed his eyes would flicker from the cards in his own hand to the gun. She noticed his wide smile had curdled and withered as soon as she slapped the weapon onto the desk. All that was there now was a thin line. He was nervous. Scared. Good.

“I’ll let you go, Markus. I really will. Just tell me where he is” she whispered, looking him dead in the eyes. She kept her voice at a calm level. Not too demanding but not too liberating. She had to make him feel a lack of hope. That always got him talking.

He licked his lips and looked up to meet her gaze. A smile crept on his face. He might have thought it made him look confident, but she could see the trembling in his lips. He was backed in a corner, and it was only getting smaller. And he knew it too. “Always so stubborn. Told you hun, I dunno who you even is speaking of” he drawled as he slipped a card out of his hand. He placed it onto the top of the deck. “Seven”

“Bullshit” she started. His grin widened.

“Alright. You got me” he admitted as he reached out to pick up the stack of cards.

THWOP!

He screamed as pain flashed through his hand and danced up his arm. He grabbed at the knife handle but she dug it deeper into his hand. Blood pooled on the deck.

“I wasn't talking about the cards” she seethed, twisting the handle.

-Solo

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