And you wish you knew me.

Name's Cristina. 22. In college. Waiting for the adventure of a lifetime.

Feelings of inadequacy kicking in again. I really wish they would just stop. Hopefully they’ll be gone in the morning.

I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face

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dillonyarbrough:

I don’t find myself unattractive, but I also don’t find myself attractive. I feel like I’m just sort of here, not something that really grabs anyone’s attention. Sort of like a chair. Or maybe a lamp.

Story of my life

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overlord-kyogre:

minatheangel:

humanitysinsanity:

mariexvx:

masou-shoujo:

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ironychan:

mischievousshota:

indevan:

simonjadis:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

emeraldcharos:

wessasaurus-rex:

kikojaharo:

This is the most accurate gif of Florida I have ever seen.

 ”What the fuck?” 

She’s not even scared, she’s just mad and confused.

baby gators are basically confused sharp bunnies who wander into other people’s pools for a dip and some sunbathing and might gnaw on u. mommas are the scary ones.

confused sharp bunnies

i’d argue that you don’t even have to worry about mommas.  alligators are literally stoners.  like don’t fuck with their stuff and they’ll just chill and leave you alone.

i grew up in florida. i was riding my bike once and managed to fall over and into a swamp full of gators and they just stared at me like ‘what the fuck did you do that for?’ they are some of the calmest creatures ever.

Alligators have not evolved in two hundred million years.  They’re too lazy.

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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

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