stephanie torno
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today i saw a scene couple in the hallway at school and the girl literally stopped kissing him so she could scratch his face and meow into his ear and he barked back i do not pay taxes for this shit 

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I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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i like online shopping and putting everything i want in a cart then checking my subtotal and laughing and closing the tab

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have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
—Unknown
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Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.

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What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and they’re snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.

you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

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1959, a Greaser works on his car in Brooklyn. 

1959, a Greaser works on his car in Brooklyn. 

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