I traded in my memory.

cindy. twenty-four. i think in song lyrics and poetry. i'm horribly indecisive. i am queer in more than one regard. i forget things often (this is one way i remember).
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yeah, this is probably gonna hurt [x]

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amazingphil-found-your-blog-and:

that must be why there’s a panic at the disco

amazingphil-found-your-blog-and:

that must be why there’s a panic at the disco

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cupcakesnotbombs:

ahahahahahahahahahahah YES

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thepensivebronyweight-a-second

thepensivebrony:

“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

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blackbruise:

do you ever get bored of tumblr so you open up a new tab and go to tumblr

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"Don’t fool yourself. English isn’t inherently superior, or easier to learn, or more sonically pleasing. Its international usage comes from forceful assimilation and legacy of colonialistic injection. It isn’t a deed that one should take pride in."

- my uncle left this comment on his friend’s Facebook status, a white British man who was bragging about how easy it is to be a native English speaker when trekking to different nations.  (via ignify)

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