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i’ll never delete my tumblr so when my kids are like “ugh MOM u don’t understand”, i’ll show them my tumblr so they can realize i was once young & laughed at dick jokes
(via unconditionallyawkward)
Oh that I would
Have more hands
To touch you with,
Oh that I could
Have more legs
To run to you,
Oh that I should
Have more eyes
Have more ears
Have more lips,
To see more
To listen more
To say more
All the things
Of you
By you
About you,
Because I feel
That one of me
Is not…
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do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence
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if a boy ever hid behind the flowers he was trying to give me i would probably just squeeze his face and kiss him because hes so cute
wow this is actually all i want in life
I want a boy like that
BOYS BOYS BOYS
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See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. (Isaiah 43:19)