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I'm Colton. 18 from CA. I'm just a sassy pop punk kid who thinks he's cooler than he probably is
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Be who you are Dr Seuss typography (by ItsLilpeanut)

umjewish:

do u ever just look at clothes online and cry 

(via princekarisma)

mokamonn:

tomlinsogay:

my teacher pointed at me with her ruler and said, “at the end of this ruler is an idiot.” i got detention after asking which end

bless u

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spaced-0ut:

You know you’re high when you forget why you were laughing

(via l3tsg3tfad3d)

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Friendly reminder that I’m in Zion and won’t be back till Sunday, enjoy my queue

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I don’t think there’s a God. I don’t think that there’s someone coming to save me.

And I don’t think that’s the worst news of the day.

Madelyn - The Wonder Years (via commiserating)
livinglikeclouds: Cul-De-Sac // The Wonder Years

livinglikeclouds:

Cul-De-Sac // The Wonder Years

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I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don’t know why I’m here. I feel like I’m not real.

Elizabeth Scott, Miracle (via sadexistences)

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1o14:

i want world peace but there are people i want to kill first

(via maxxprayedforplagues)

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Listen, I don’t care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don’t tell me I’m not sensitive to beauty. That’s my Achilles’ heel, and don’t you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset, and I’m limp, by God. Anything. Peter Pan. Even before the curtain goes up at Peter Pan I’m a goddamn puddle of tears.

J.D. Salinger (via starthandingoutstars)
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You can hold back from the suffering of the world. You have free permission to do so, and it is in accordance with your nature. But perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could have avoided.

Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)
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There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.

Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 20 July 1938 (via larmoyante)
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There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!

Hermann Hesse (via samsaranmusing)