imagine an entire room and it’s all bed
no floor, just bed
you roll too far to one side? don’t worry, bed’s still there
all is bed
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Honey boo boo chiild<3
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-humaankameleonn
HAHAHA Anne.
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Omg :’)
This is getting very old.
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
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"Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man. We all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that’s heated up like a knife in a fire. We all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it’s all going in the other direction."
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper (via simply-quotes) (via jacquelinetatyana) (via lumpyrug)
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