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Car radio // twenty one pilots

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Car radio // twenty one pilots

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Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.

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By the way he
touched me, I
knew it would
hurt when he
left me.
i was right, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

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philanthropy-lite:

Donald Glover/Childish Gambino’s followup to his tweets from last night about Ferguson

In case people haven’t seen it, this is the poem he is talking about.

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He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
Bob Marley (via kushandwizdom)

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