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hi im lori, 18, currently studying global business and digital arts at the university of waterloo.

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53 minutes ago on April 23rd, 2014 | J | 75,566 notes




everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment

What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.

screenshot this and look at it in 3 years

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my wedding cake


my wedding cake

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what if i was cool

oh wait

i am


57 minutes ago on April 23rd, 2014 | J | 203,402 notes
Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again. This time more intelligently.
Henry Ford (via forever-and-alwayss)
57 minutes ago on April 23rd, 2014 | J | 25,819 notes


how do u relationship

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Will Smith actually got younger

18 hours ago on April 22nd, 2014 | J | 21,898 notes



#best plot twist in modern film history

#lol ok Regina you keep writing in your little book whatever Cady got you goo-OH HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST PUT HER OWN—WHAT?—WHAT GAME ARE YOU PLAYING?!!

1 day ago on April 22nd, 2014 | J | 410,204 notes
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Shrek came out 13 years ago

I didn’t know shrek was gay

Reblog for the comment!!!!

do you really think this has 600k notes because of what i said

1 day ago on April 22nd, 2014 | J | 595,736 notes
Teacher: so why don't you tell the class about yourself?
Me: I was in the winter of my life…and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me…and my only real happy times. I was a singer…not a very popular one; I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But a plan and a series of events saw those dreams dash and divide like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind it because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it, to know what true freedom is. And when the people I used to know found out what I’d been doing, how I’d been living…they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people…for a home to be wherever you lie your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just a hint of indecisiveness that was just as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying…because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. And finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast…die young…be wild and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself, where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.
1 day ago on April 21st, 2014 | J | 8,584 notes


the story of a man and his unlikely friend

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