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SO.

I’m gonna see if a change of job will make me feel better, tomorrow and the next day I’m off work, I’m going to Tijuana Flats and Quarterdeck and putting in applications. I’m completely sick of working at Panera and it’s well overdue that I get out of that place. It makes me so anxious to go into work and have to deal with dickbags all over the place, so maybe a new job is gonna be better. Also, I’m getting my drivers license on thursday, and a car in about 3 weeks, I’m trying to focus on the present and making myself happy and not thinking of things I shouldn’t be. So go me :3




“When they broke up in 93 he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore.. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.” - Tim Burton

me on the way to steal yo man

thecarefulstorm:

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JENN YOU DID A THING





It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.

(Source: nanananikii)





scvlptures:

depression is when you don’t really care about anything

anxiety is when you care too much about everything

and having both is just like what





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Love Is Like A Cigarette

gracestutz:

Love is like a cigarette
You watch it burn
So bright.

But it falls away
Into ashes
Slowly killing itself
And you.

While the cigarette kills your lungs
Love kills everything else inside you
It’s nicotine for your soul
Not just your body.

You reach for more,
And the more you reach for
The less there is

But if you find the right cigarette,
If you find the right love
There’s always more.

Sometimes you just have to pay for it.







You were/are always my best friend before anything else, and all I wish was that you would still talk to me, everything would be so much better like that…though i know you cant since you’re gone for good….I really just never saw it coming. Maybe that’s why its so hard….but I know better than that.



declaringwar:

Depression

and my sunlight will never return..

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