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So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. wallflowers' Twitter: @bombsauce_yazzy IG: its_yaazzyy
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trillow:

how much do islands cost i want one

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thatladydownthestreet:

dreamhampton1:

Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”

Here’s an article on her, explains more fully http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/09/joyce-vincent-death-mystery-documentary

I read up on this a couple of years ago and it’s extremely heartbreaking.

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pizza:

*uses snapchat text bar to cover double chin*

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tittyminaj:

when natural disasters such as a tornado happen in places called “tornado alley” I do not feel bad

stop

are we really stealing carlos mencia routines for text posts now? how far have we fallen? how far

Omg

tittyminaj with another classic

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mr-dalliard-ive-gone-peculiar: whalesam: toomuchtaylor: Newest tattoo! It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two. Deserves every note. I cried and then I reblogged
"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."
Alan Watts  (via isolatedinhungerland)

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  • person with an anxiety disorder/depression: i can't perform this task not because i choose not to but because im a worthless piece of shit and if i fail (which im probably going to) then everyone will finally realize how useless i am and hate me so what's the point
  • how an ignorant person interprets that: lazy

maxterbate:

maxterbate:

Why dont you guys want Yahoo to buy Tumblr?

Free chocolate milk for everyone

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