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exceptence:

enjoythenaivety:

cherry-and-also-bomb:

youandiaregonnalivef0rever:

exp3ctopatr0num:

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Quite possibly my favorite post on tumblr.

Instant reblog, favourite post, easily

its on valentines day </3 aww :(

that’s well cute

x

wantly:

ohrkid:

ros-eea:

mir-kerr-y:

simplyscream218:

pisn:

-silentlysuffering-:

thingsarentasthey-seem:

supplicunt:

settledinscars:

not-eating-not-grieving:

opall:

hang-loose-muthagoose:

v-ienn-a:

d-ecade:

coastale:

daisifyed:

craized:

this generally hurts because i know it’s never happened omg

crying

this actually sucks, because i know that no one has the time to think this about me they’re too busy judging other things about me. Wow my life sucks sometimes.

fuck.

same here

never, not in a million years would this happen

HAHAHAHA no.

Don’t think so.

Nope, sorry.

I know it’s not true. I’m pretty far from it

No one would ever.

This never has and never will happen.

This makes me very sad because it still hasn’t happened and I’m 14, and I know that’s so young and why aren’t I worrying about having my hair up or down for school instead of thinking about how I’m so young and so sad that I haven’t even experienced these things before? I can’t wait to grow up, but then again I’m scared as hell to leave this age I am now.

nope.

I wish

lol no.

says no one

hahaha not even the slightest chance

skinny-needs:

Yes, this is mine not yours.