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Shelby. 20. Lover. Baker. Old soul. Yogi.
poni3s: disintegrated-shards-of-hope: we-cant-all-be-strong: whenever i see pictures or posts about her i cry because she was gorgeous both inside and out and even though i never knew her, she is in my heart everyday e-n-d-l-e-s-s-pain: this girl’s gone and i think it’d be nice if everyone could reblog this no matter what kind of blog you have in her memory because she deserved it, she was the nicest girl ever, and it’d just be plain disrespectful if you didn’t reblog this rip liv <3 some people won’t even reblog this because “it doesn’t fit my blog” “ugh i can’t let my followers see this” “idgaf”. please don’t be heartless and reblog. i know you have a soft side in you. RIP Liv 

poni3s:

disintegrated-shards-of-hope:

we-cant-all-be-strong:

whenever i see pictures or posts about her i cry because she was gorgeous both inside and out and even though i never knew her, she is in my heart everyday

e-n-d-l-e-s-s-pain:

this girl’s gone and i think it’d be nice if everyone could reblog this no matter what kind of blog you have in her memory because she deserved it, she was the nicest girl ever, and it’d just be plain disrespectful if you didn’t reblog this

rip liv <3

some people won’t even reblog this because “it doesn’t fit my blog” “ugh i can’t let my followers see this” “idgaf”. please don’t be heartless and reblog. i know you have a soft side in you. RIP Liv 

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violentbaudelaire: ”This is my favorite photo in the world - me and Linus, born to a dairy cow and ordered to be killed when the farmer saw he was a male (and thus useless in the dairy industry). A compassionate individual intervened, and he was brought to a sanctuary. I met him when he was a few days old and 60 pounds, and he would always try to sit on my lap. Today, 7 years young and 1500 pounds, he still tries to sit on my lap.” - Colleen Patrick-Goudreau

violentbaudelaire:

”This is my favorite photo in the world - me and Linus, born to a dairy cow and ordered to be killed when the farmer saw he was a male (and thus useless in the dairy industry). A compassionate individual intervened, and he was brought to a sanctuary. I met him when he was a few days old and 60 pounds, and he would always try to sit on my lap. Today, 7 years young and 1500 pounds, he still tries to sit on my lap.”

- Colleen Patrick-Goudreau

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Anonymous asked: I just wanted you to know I followed you for spreading kindness to other bloggers. This website has got some mean angry souls spreading hate and it's ridiculous! So thank you for being one of the good ones :)

I try my best, darlin’ :) thanks so much for the message! xoxo

Fucking yes.

I just had a couple pb sandwiches because I was craving one sooo bad, so I had TWO of those bitches. Sooo fucking good. Not even caring about the calories or carbs, blah blah blah, because it was good for my soul (and my hair lolol). 

Tomorrow is Friday, and that means I’m going to have some yummy, amazing, delicious treat meal :3 whoooo, Fridays!

elkane: Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

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