people who drink soda when they’re thirsty make me cringe 

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tuff guy
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Sum1 mail me flowers I haven’t got any

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Prosthechea mariae
Syn.: Epidendrum mariae; Encyclia mariae; Euchile mariae
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one time when i was drunk i friend requested a bunch of random people on facebook and now they’re slowly adding me and i’m really concerned 

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There are more grains of sand in the soles of your shoes than you will be given winters to dream or summers to make those dreams real. And there are more stars in the sky than there are grains of sand on Earth. We live in a universe so big that a dying star, in the greater scheme of things, is as significant as spilled milk or an unkissed kiss. In an infinite amount of time, everything that can be forgotten, will be forgotten. In infinite, spilled milk and dying stars matter the same. And if you’re just someone brushing your teeth late at night or you’re a planet breathing your last breath as you disappear into a black hole, everything you do matters just the same. Every breath you take is as important or unimportant as the sun in the sky or the moon in the night. Scratching your ear, is a kind of miracle, depending on how you look at it.
- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (via painfulvalley)
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pharrell’s “lost queen” is a prime relationship model

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