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"And three weeks later
In the front porch light
Taking 45 minutes to kiss goodnight
I hadn’t told you yet
I thought I loved you then"
Then - Brad Paisley (via liveandlovecountrymusic)
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where do you go to vent when people you know can see everything you post? fml

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fuckyeahtattoos: “I fell apart in your arms for the last time and I felt free to do what I want because of the things you told me” While listening to “I Felt Free” by Circa Survive in the car today, I realized that I’ve only told 1 or 2 people the meaning behind my tattoo. This song and these three words are so special to me because they keep me from giving up on the life I’ve been given and my passion, which is art. When I was in high school, I submitted an AP art portfolio and a week before my brother passed away I received the results. I got a terrible score. I was so distraught that I decided I didn’t want to pursue art as a career, which left me with no back up plan in the midst of applying for colleges. Upon hearing how upset I was, my brother sent me a text saying, “Hey, heard about your portfolio. Don’t sweat it. Remember art is subjective and there is no right or wrong. Keep working at it, don’t lose your passion and great things will come. I promise!” At the time, I thought his sentiment was really sweet, but I continued to sulk despite his words of encouragement. This all changed when my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. I can’t even begin to explain the pain and anguish my family and I were suffering at this time. It wasn’t until I had to hug my deceased brother goodbye that his words truly hit me. From then on, I made a promise to him and myself that I wouldn’t give up on what I loved and my second chance at life. When I first heard “I Felt Free”, the lyrics immediately resonated with me and that particular moment. I love you so much Alex, you will be eternally my brother and lie forever in my heart <3 This is my second tattoo and it was done last year at Starlight Tattoo in New Jersey by artist Richie
recoveryisbeautiful: hideyourscars: rachel-interrupted: “Hug people, not toilet bowls.” A girl I knew, who suffered from bulimia, used to say this in the hospital, everyday, to herself in the mirror. She said it made her smile, and reminded her that people hug back, toilet bowls don’t.  It’s not meant to be a joke, or to offend anyone, and mind you, I didn’t come up with it, I’m just the photographer. But I think it portrays bulimia very well. The toilet becomes one of your best friends when you have bulimia. And the people who were your friends slowly begin to fade away in your life until that toilet bowl becomes one of the most important things in your life.  I need to remember this story I actually really love this. Especially the part about people hugging back and toilet bowls don’t.
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