assgod:

YOU CAN TELL HE’S SO PROUD OF HIMSELF AND SO AM I

assgod:

YOU CAN TELL HE’S SO PROUD OF HIMSELF AND SO AM I

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singingsh0wtunes:

subway sure doesn’t mess around when it comes to puns

singingsh0wtunes:

subway sure doesn’t mess around when it comes to puns

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webofgoodnews:

Missing child Sabrina Allen found after 12 years of searching
It’s been 12 years since Sabrina Allen was kidnapped. Wednesday afternoon, federal and local authorities announced the search for her is finally over.
"Today is a new day … a new beginning, a new beginning,” said Austin Police Department Asst. Chief Troy Gay.
Those words were not lost on Greg Allen, Sabrina’s father.
"This has been a long road, what wound up, happened, is that we just got lucky,” said Allen.
Read more
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webofgoodnews:

Missing child Sabrina Allen found after 12 years of searching

It’s been 12 years since Sabrina Allen was kidnapped. Wednesday afternoon, federal and local authorities announced the search for her is finally over.

"Today is a new day … a new beginning, a new beginning,” said Austin Police Department Asst. Chief Troy Gay.

Those words were not lost on Greg Allen, Sabrina’s father.

"This has been a long road, what wound up, happened, is that we just got lucky,” said Allen.

Read more

Webofgoodnews.com

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fuckyeahhayleywilliams:

rad-paramore:

ohmyhayleywilliams:

fuckyeahhayleywilliams:

I love her for this.

PREACH.

shes hella brave for this.

My thoughts exactly. ^

fuckyeahhayleywilliams:

rad-paramore:

ohmyhayleywilliams:

fuckyeahhayleywilliams:

I love her for this.

PREACH.

shes hella brave for this.

My thoughts exactly. ^

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“Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.”

Lauren Hooper (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

Fucking this. Fucking this.

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This so fucking much.

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Holy shit.

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sixpenceee:

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ionicsky:extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my eyes but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my eyes but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

(via sexualfrustrationandcuteness)

butterflydreamsx3:

I would do the same thing…

butterflydreamsx3:

I would do the same thing…

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