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  • fullmetal-dipshit:

    teenagecentury:

    rubbishapples:

    July 2nd.

    182nd day of the year.

    It’s 12pm.

    Congratulations you’ve officially wasted half a year.

    I finally understand what Blink-182 means.

    FUCK

    lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

    lovequotesrus:

    Everything you love is here

    “I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
    if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
    tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
    from the grave so he can tell them every reason
    why he wishes he were born in a time where
    he could have a damn Gmail account.
    The day after I taught my mother
    how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
    me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
    Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
    But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
    your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
    while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
    Send angry letters to state representatives,
    as we record the years first sunrise so
    we can remember what beginning feels like when
    we are inches away from the trigger.
    Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
    while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
    Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
    Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
    Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
    nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
    Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
    and we all would have checked it every morning while we
    Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
    we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
    This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
    rewatching JFK’s assassination and
    7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
    Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
    what my fathers voice sounds like.
    No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
    to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
    No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
    or how grasshoppers procreate.
    I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
    in public parks on my cellphone
    and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
    But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
    you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
    how to say I love you in 164 different languages.”

    – b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

    lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

    lovequotesrus:

    Everything you love is here

    A little late on the #tbt #tattoo 💕

    A little late on the #tbt #tattoo 💕