The way I see it, nothing in life is a rehearsal. It’s not preparation for anything else. There’s no getting ready for it. There’s no waiting for the real part to begin. Not ever. Not even for the smallest child. This is it. And if you wait too long to figure that out, to figure out that we are the ones making the world, we are the ones to whom all the problems— and all the possibilities for grace— now fall, then you lose everything. Your only shot at this world. I get that this one small life is all we have for whatever it is that we are going to do. And I want in. Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise (via sheistoofondofbooks)

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i love freckles theyre skin stars

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brutalfuckingmetal:

Buy me cute underwear and oversized hoodies and let me fall asleep in your lap

What makes this for me is the url.

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gender: ugly

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I don’t care how hot you are, if your personality is shit your physical appearance automatically means nothing

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I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING

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