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swaggie:

Google Translator singing Boyfriend

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charmrose:

simple as that

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zyraaababyyy:

beben-eleben:

Loving you through the phone.

The hardest part is always wanting to be with each other. But the only thing that makes it easier, is using every alternative method there is to be together. Phone, webcamming, etc. Settling for what we have at the moment pays off in the end though.

It’s a test. Seeing how much we really want to be together. Whether we want to enough, to be patient and deal with all the bullshit that happens before the next time we see each other, or finding out that it was all just a waste of time and effort. I don’t want it to be a waste of time. I don’t think you do either. 

But until then, I’ll be happy with what we can have right now. Because a little bit of something is better than a whole lot of nothing. And a little bit of something means a whole lot of everything if it’s with you. 

<3

great post.

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yesterday, and the day before. probably tomorrow, and the next. ;’( sIGHS

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extraordin-mary:

I like the feeling where I’m just laying in bed with my phone resting on my ear, listening and talking to that one person. It’s like I can be myself for once. Where I can laugh like an idiot at the stupid things we say, or pour out my heart and talk to them about my feelings. The best part is falling asleep to the sound of their voice; knowing you are the last person they talked to at the end of the day, vice versa.

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jonathanpham:

Explaining your own sadness to people is like trying to teach a cat how to bark. It’s damn near impossible. The only time sadness makes sense is when you’re alone: saturday night in an empty theatre, driving in the car listening to the rain pound the window, or at a desolate…

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Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

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