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Take your time,
Don't live too fast.
Troubles come. And
They will pass.
Be kind to yourself.
Speak words that uplift
You and others to their
Highest potential.
Take your time,
Don't live too fast.
Troubles come. And
They will pass.
Be kind to yourself.
Speak words that uplift
You and others to their
Highest potential.
~ 6 months of happiness ~
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~ex-woest-geobsedeerde-fan van One Direction
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~ The Walking Dead - Honest Trailer (Rated S for Spoilers...)
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I'm terrified of the day
1 decennium geledenOne Direction announce their break up. One day, we'll all wake up, go on tumblr and there'll be post after post of their last tweet as a band, or last interview. Louis will tweet a short, sweet, cute and somewhat sassy goodbye tweet. Niall will tweet a nice, funny, silly tweet and call us all mofos one last time. Liam will go on twitlonger and tweet us a long, massive, goodbye thank you and tell us he loves us and we're the best fans ever. Zayn will post a ridiculously deep tweet about how the rollercoaster will always end at some point and you'll have to get off the ride to get on a different one. Harry will tweet about a sandwich. And it might be the press' fault, for making up too many rumours. And it might be our fault, for getting too crazy. too pushy,to the point where they don't find it fun anymore. But I'm most terrified of the day they stop being friends. They move out the complex, get their own places, get their own families, and just lose touch. There's no more Larry Stylinson, or Niam, or Zarry, or Nouis, or Lilo, or Narry, or Lirry,or Zouis, or Ziam, or Ziall. They'll go back to the X Factor house and record one last video diary, on the bottom of the stairs. And we'll all be forced to tear the posters off our walls, stash them in a box to keep under the bed, just in case it's all a joke. But it won't be.
I'm just so terrified of that day I wake up and it's all over.
Holy Shit.
But keep in mind that not everyone's
gonna be able to see that.
cute profile!
1 decennium geledenLost your pen = no pen
1 decennium geledenNo pen = no notes
No notes = no study
No study = fail
Fail = No diploma
No diploma = no work
No work = no money
No money = no food
No food = skinny
Skinny = ugly
Ugly = no love
No love = no marriage
No marriage = No children
No children = alone
Alone = depression
Depression = sickness
Sickness = death.
Lesson: Do not loose your pen, you will die.
LOOOOL
wauw, m'n ouders hebben zowat alles van me afgenomen.
1 decennium geledenja ik zit hier nogal zwaar illegaal op de laptop.
echt serieus wtf heb ik gedaan ik weet zelf niet eens wat ik fout heb gedaan en niemand wil et uitleggen
fml