Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
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t-i-g-e-r-p-r-i-n-c-e-s-s:

forgottennames:

justraiseyourhead:

infamousvikas:

destined-to-be-damaged:

tw0way:


Traci Wise:
“I found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy (SFC Benjamin Wise) the other day. We lost him January 15 in Afghanistan… we cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”

Every follower of mine should reblog this. 

idgaf that this is color. it is so touching and tragic. everyone should reblog this no matter what your blog type is!!!

OMG ;( Stay strong little guy. </3

Be brave little man!

why do I cry so easy.
omg ;(

t-i-g-e-r-p-r-i-n-c-e-s-s:

forgottennames:

justraiseyourhead:

infamousvikas:

destined-to-be-damaged:

tw0way:

Traci Wise:

“I found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy (SFC Benjamin Wise) the other day. We lost him January 15 in Afghanistan… we cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”

Every follower of mine should reblog this. 

idgaf that this is color. it is so touching and tragic. everyone should reblog this no matter what your blog type is!!!

OMG ;( Stay strong little guy. </3

Be brave little man!

why do I cry so easy.

omg ;(


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I asked my mirror if there is someone better looking than me. So far he’s quoting all 7 billion people in the world..

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chaystar:

This is awesome 

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That awkward moment when you’ve fallen down on a trampoline and bitches won’t stop jumping so you can’t get up



That moment when your parents are getting mad at you

whenmomentsblog:

You’re standing there like:

But when they leave you’re like: