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hang in there

It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.
Annaka Silvia (via felicefawn)



Cannot wait for the lights, and the smell in the air!

Cannot wait for the lights, and the smell in the air!

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn’t starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn’t enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.
Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care (via rauchwolken)
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
Unknown  (via imtheoneimtheoneimtheone)
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
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The holidays are coming…. And I could not be happier.

The cheer in the air, the smell of spices, and the feel of love.
Special moments spent with those you love, and pure happiness.  This is why I love the holidays.  
The decorations, the bonding you have with others, and the smiles.

Not the presents and how much somebody recieves…those are just bonuses- and if you are one who is recieiving, think about those who cannot have anything.

My goal for this Christmas is to donate to those in need and help out as much as possible. I Have more than they do, and I’d love to be able to give just a LITTLE bit.

I’m hoping my church has something that I can be apart of..

Happy Holidays, everybody!  

screw everybody who knows nothing.

I just can’t wait to be married.



these are horrible hahahaha

That third one though

"Hey what’s that bright thing on the ground…OH SHIT IT’S THE FUCKING SUN! OH PLEASE SUN, DON’T BURN MY EYES! AHHHH i’M GONNA GO BLIND!!!!"