Understand A Heart Like Mine

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im samantha. im 21. cold nights. bonfires. cuddling with my boyfriend. four wheelers. trucks and mud. camouflage and ammo. blankets and beer. swimming at the lake and smiles. writing, poetry and lyrics. raised with mud, beer and determination in my veins. i have my weak moments, but thats what family and friends are for. Bank teller for now, author of the future. anything else jus ask :) more than glad to answer y'alls inquiries.

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paintedbreath:

i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life 

I tried to scroll too..

don’t do it.

You can’t just scroll past. It could mean life or death for one more person.

Is impossible to not reblog, THAT’S SOMEONE’S LIFE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT!

Of course I would care.

always

(via killing-myself-with-memories)

The difference is.
I fucking poured my heart out and gave you everything I had.
You just said sorry.

Beca. (via thebeachthing)

THIS. HOLY SHIT THIS.

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The Four Agreements:

1. Be impeccable with your word.
2. Don’t take anything personally.
3. Don’t make assumptions.
4. Always do your best.
Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom (via wordsnquotes)

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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via runiqu)

(via unsounded)

I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate.
An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis  (via valleysofneptunex)

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kaijuerotica:

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misha-bawlins:

This drink I like it. Another!

I love how quickly he readjusts to the culture so foreign to him. Like, he does not even protest or try to explain this is how it’s done in Asgard so it’s how it SHOULD be done because he’s a mighty god and stuff. He’s just like “but I… oh I see smashing mugs is not a custom here. I’m sorry I won’t do it again :( “

A lot of people could learn from this.

^ How to be a traveler and not a tourist

Good guy Thor.

Thor doesn’t get enough love on my dash. Like, he could’ve been just another self-righteous, entitled, bratty heir (see Joffre Lannister for reference), but he is legitimately a good man who respects his position and wishes to do right with it.

And don’t forget the deleted scene where he buys a new mug to replace the one he broke!

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actualucifer:

AND DON’T

FUCKING

TELL PEOPLE

THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING

BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT

JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING

(via lets-get-invisiblee)

  • How To Have Sex With A Girl On Her Period: 1.) Grab a towel 2.) Quit being a little bitch.
If we’re dating, you can have your freedom… You’re not my prisoner. Just stay loyal and be honest. That’s all I ask.

microfibrils:

on ur period likeimage

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I suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re a angry serial killer

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