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stereotypicaal:

Written on there are the names of those who died with a white lighter found in their pocket. 

stereotypicaal:

Written on there are the names of those who died with a white lighter found in their pocket. 

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stereotypicaal:

Written on there are the names of those who died with a white lighter found in their pocket. 

stereotypicaal:

Written on there are the names of those who died with a white lighter found in their pocket. 

(via s0ldyourself)

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I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

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I'm Shyla, a girl trying to live life one second at a time and maintain a smile. The Fonz told me I was an "old soul" and I believed him. (true story) I think I know where I'm going, so you should probably follow me.

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