Tori. 19. Journalism major. I believe in love and being your original, unique, fucked-up and beautiful self. This blog describes my hopes, dreams, fears, and fantasies. This is me. Enjoy.

17th April 2014

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17th April 2014

Chat reblogged from Thoughts and Wisdom with 313,264 notes

  • me when i was 5: I LOVE NUGGETS AND MONSTERS INC
  • me at 13: I LOVE RAP MUSIC AND SWEARING
  • me at 15: I HATE EVERYTHING
  • me at 18: I LOVE NUGGETS AND MONSTERS INC

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17th April 2014

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People are inconsiderate pricks.

17th April 2014

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foxgrl:

I wish none of you were sad

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17th April 2014

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17th April 2014

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univerhsal:


 

univerhsal:

 

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17th April 2014

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terezipyroope:

Did I ever tell u guys about this business card my mom had because let me tell you

terezipyroope:

Did I ever tell u guys about this business card my mom had because let me tell you

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16th April 2014

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"Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?"

plightofthevalkyries:

Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.

Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.

They are the English majors. 

They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.

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15th April 2014

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14th April 2014

Post reblogged from Wasting My Young Years with 224,853 notes

How do people end up in relationship after relationship after relationship and I can’t find a single person to even find me remotely interesting for a solid ten seconds?