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So everyone wanted to know my story well here it is:

On Memorial Day 1999, I was only 3 years old and I was outside playing around like any normal toddler. My mom was mowing the backyard and my dad was doing the dishes inside the house. Somehow the gasoline can was knocked over and leaked under…


it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

(Source: sprout, via megfigenshaw)

"How long they choose to love you will never be your decision."

- (via cavum)

(Source: kyhuk, via live-life-today)


hate when i lose something and my parents says “well i guess u didnt care about it enough” like you’ve lost me in a grocery store before 

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