friend:
there's nothing worse than death
me:
final seasons
me:
post-concert depression
me:
when there's no food
me:
fictional characters dying
me:
hipsters blogs
me:
your crush asks someone else out
me:
no wi-fi
me:
crocs
me:
auto play on blogs
friend:
me:
when porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you
n0vi:
this is so cute
its cuter at the end of the video when they cum on each other
Could someone tell me what show/movie/series/porn is this?
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By the end of Grey’s Anatomy Season 9, Dr. Owen Hunt could have used a hug. So we decided to give Kevin McKidd some serious love. Here are the top 5 reasons we can’t get enough of this ginger doc….
“Tant que la misère existe, vous n’êtes pas riches, tant que la détresse existe, vous n’êtes pas heureux, tant que les prisons existent, vous n’êtes pas libres.” (Le Joli Mai, Chris Marker, 1963).

- What a great way to end May!
Breaking up at least once a season since 2009
Someone please stop Shonda !!!
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Heartbreaking.
I want them to be together so badly.
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Depressed was never my thing. I’ve been through too many terrible stuffs that sometimes I just feel nothing, nothing.
But I’ve reached my limits, my very wide, large limits. My unlimited limits.
So damn tired !
Let go. Leave. Quit. Run away. Hide. Ignore everything. Ignore everyone.
Perhaps. Be a coward. Why not? I’m really sick of being that strong, brave and cheerful girl in this big big world where my mom left me all alone.
I’m dark and twisty. I’m alone and scared. I feel sad and empty inside. I’m damaged good.
Living in a hell when dying can’t be an option.
I can’t control this pain, it goes around, comes around.
The best I can do is try to let myself feel it when it comes.
And let it go when I can