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zuzuhiddles:

zuzuhiddles:

SO I’M SITTING WITH MY CRUSH, DOING MY HOMEWORK AT STARBUCKS WITH HIM (which is a blog I’ve been keeping to explain my experiences for this one class) WHEN HE GETS UP AND SAYS HE’S HEADING TO A FRIENDS HOUSE. I SAY GOODBYE AND HE JUST GOES "Aren’t you coming?" AND I SAY "Well.." AND BEFORE I CAN SAY ANYTHING ELSE HE GIVES ME A GOOFY SMILE AND SAYS: 

"I’d be lost without my blogger"

GUYS STOP REBLOGGING THIS. HE HAS A TUMBLR.

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owlmylove:

all i want this christmas is someone to make mashed potatoes with and flick stuffing at one another and go thrift shopping for matching ugly sweaters and sneak antlers on their head when they’re not looking and go walking in the freshly-fallen snow with them as we hold hands to…

oocttober
Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.
Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos (via farisnose)