The life we live in

UCSD Bitchez!

Me enamore de la vida, es la unica que no me dejará sin antes yo hacerlo<3




you’ve probably sat next to a boy in class that’s had a boner before

they were sitting next to me of course they had a boner 


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but the real question is has nemo found himself

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you’re really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time

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OMG… today at school I asked to use the bathroom because i HATE MATH CLASS!! and im wasting time and after 5 minutes of taking selfies and blogging on my tumblr blog my teacher walks into the bathroom and says “What are you doing?” And I accidentally said “None of your business, Cumberbitch!” and he stood there shocked but then he said “Who do you ship?” and now we follow each other on tumblr!


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It’s funny how movie producers will say “no one wants to see a movie exactly like the book so we have to change it to make it interesting for them” when you would never catch a book fan saying ” that movie was too much like the book, I hated it”

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New All Too Well speech for London (x)

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Um, for me, a lot of the time people ask me if there is a time and a place where I write songs the most. And um, there’s really not really a place where I write songs the most, but I guess if I write a song in the middle of the night, say from the hours of 1am to 4 or 5 in the morning, then chances are the reason I’m writing a song is I’m trying to forget. Um, whether it’s trying to forget something bad that happened or the worst kind, the worst kind of trying to forget is when you had to say goodbye to someone so you’re trying to forget all the good things about them, that’s the worst kind. But I guess, in some cases, if you can’t forget something, maybe you’re not supposed to. Maybe, healing from it is going to take not trying so hard to forget it but to just, I guess, remember it all.

All Too Well, Taylor Swift  (via acrumpleduppieceofpaper)

Maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.