urbankoi:

I found this precious baby finch or sparrow and I felt as though an arrow had pierced my heart. I tried my best to save it, but sadly I could not, so I made a flower wreath for its head and gave the bird a proper funeral. As you can see, there was severe internal hemorrhaging in its body—its chance to survive was slim. We must appreciate that we are lucky to be living. We musn’t take the gift of life for granted. When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.—Marcus Aurelius

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grasstafarian:

grasstafarian:

Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.

I wish all of my drunk sexts got this many notes.

metahumer:

thug life more like ugh life

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romulusthread:

stop doing that and do me instead

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macarena-of-time:

my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween

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arcesxc:

Being single isn’t fun anymore

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piercethesleepingcarlile:

chxshire:

i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three

I think about this post a lot

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woah bummer for everyone not making out with me right now

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