A Holiday From Real
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Karen. 19. I like to dance. Bye friends.
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Give me something to believe in
A breathe from the breathing
So write it down
I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes
Cause lately I’m not dreaming
So whats the point of sleeping?
Its just that at night
Ive got nowhere to hide
So I’ll write you a lullaby.
― Jack’s Mannequin (via whatifisaythatillneversurrender)
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FIRST KISS

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EXPECTATION:

REALITY:

May 17th 2012 at 03:18PM | 503 notes
THE FIRST TIME I WENT TO HOOTERS

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I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE LIKE:

BUT INSTEAD IT WAS LIKE:

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amunike:

LY
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tierdropp:

yes
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MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

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