Timeline is a terrible thing.
Why does facebook want to make me relive 2008?
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I miss walking through your house and finding coffee mugs filled with the diluted paint of your latest piece. I miss the paint on your hands, the smell of turpentine on your clothes. It’s been five years and I still miss you miserably.
(via judgetilyourdead)
I went to a Florida public school, so i got a pretty bad education.
I want to read all of those profound books that people usually read in high school and end up loving.
Does anyone have any suggestions?
I’ve read The Great Gatsby, and I’m in the process of reading Catcher In The Rye.
+Why the hell does my life matter to you?
Whether or not I have a boyfriend, what i did with said boyfriend, how long it’s been since I’ve had one.
I haven’t had you as a friend in four years, so what the fuck is it to you?
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