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and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos

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is that my chemical romance?

OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr

but it actually is my chemical romance

this is the funniest fuckibg thing I’ve ever seen

I’ve…. seen this everywhere except on Tumblr itself. It’s the blessed post.

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I reblog this everytime it comes on my dash and I’m unashamed

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I’ve waited so long to see this post in person

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Damn…… What a way 2 start the decade. Ive only seen this post in screenshots…….

i’m crying- this is-???? ahh? i- i can’t-

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it’s THE post

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I’m finally worthy! It’s THE post aah

Are you truly an emo if you havent reblogged THE post?

holy shit it’s on my dash–

You’re missing the best part:

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It’s very rare you accidentally come across something so legendary

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Source: julieterbang

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my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

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i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

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Instagram: @luciazolea

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mysharona1987

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ‘97. Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience… I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked… You’re not as fat as you Imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; Sometimes you’re ahead, Sometimes You’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; If you Succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your Life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t Congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, Use it every way you can… Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people Think of it, It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own… Dance… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Brother and sister together we’ll make it through Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there I know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve been waiting to be there For you. And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can. Everybody’s free. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; They are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will Philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me I am the sunscreen…”

— Mary Schmich, “ Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young.“ (via mysharona1987)

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this deserves a read

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Am I cool yet

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Valentines day for the babe

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Classy clothing makes me happy

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My mom made a comment about my cellulite when I was 13 and it took me until I was almost 20 to stop feeling weird about it and start thinking of my cellulite as cute. That’s 7 years.

Moral of the story: Never ever ever ever ever ever ever make comments about other people’s bodies. Just don’t do it. Just don’t.

therunningklawon

My mom made a comment on the way my eyebrows weren’t plucked right when I was 13.

Since then I have been obsessed with tweezing and make-up on them.

But then I realized that having a little extra hair here and there doesn’t mean anything.

Why are women expected to be “perfected” or look all the same? What makes us pretty is that we are all different.

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Waiting

I wish someone could find me perfect. I wish someone could love me for my ecstatic self I wish someone could care about my wants and fears I wish someone could appreciate my weird rituals and kinks I wish someone could smile at the crinkle of my speckled nose I wish someone could braid my long brown hair just to stay close to me. I wish someone could hold my hand,and never want to let it go I wish someone could dance with me in the middle of no where just to watch me laugh I wish someone could fall asleep singing to me I wish And I wish And I wish But no one ever plays the game No one ever stays Cause even Prince Charming left at midnight When the princess turned back into her regular old self I am stuck being my regular old self With no one No one to love No one to care for No one to depend on So when I am depressed Or sad Or cutting Or crying Or puking Or not eating Don’t judge me I’m just waiting till I am good enough Just waiting till time is frozen at 11:59 And I am a perfect princess forever Then maybe my prince will come And I will get my happy ending I will be happy.

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Waiting

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I wish someone could find me perfect. I wish someone could love me for my ecstatic self I wish someone could care about my wants and fears I wish someone could appreciate my weird rituals and kinks I wish someone could smile at the crinkle of my speckled nose I wish someone could braid my…