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You’re my devil, you’re my angel. You’re my heaven, you’re my hell. You’re my now, you’re my forever. You’re my freedom, you’re my jail. You’re my lie, you’re my truth. You’re my war, you’re my truce. You’re my questions, you’re my proof. You’re my stress and you’re my masseuse. – (via musicovereverythingelse)

“When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want?

Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now?”

― Max Lucado (via after-the-heart-of-god)
When your friend says a guy is staring at you…

most-awkward-moments:

Expectation:

Reality:

if you’re human or cat, you’re gonna love this blog.

Being the first one to wake up at a sleepover.



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Vintage Tumblr Themes
home ask me archive Themes
You’re my devil, you’re my angel. You’re my heaven, you’re my hell. You’re my now, you’re my forever. You’re my freedom, you’re my jail. You’re my lie, you’re my truth. You’re my war, you’re my truce. You’re my questions, you’re my proof. You’re my stress and you’re my masseuse. – (via musicovereverythingelse)

“When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want?

Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now?”

― Max Lucado (via after-the-heart-of-god)
When your friend says a guy is staring at you…

most-awkward-moments:

Expectation:

Reality:

if you’re human or cat, you’re gonna love this blog.

Being the first one to wake up at a sleepover.



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