February 2012
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PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
New Yorker: No, but I could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant.
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age 15: i want a boyfriend
age 20: i rly want a boyfriend ok
age 30: no srsly i need a boyfriend guys im not kidding
age 40: pls im desperate
age 50: guys this isnt funny anymore cmon
age 60: its not funny guys
age 70: guys
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soobiedoo:
sarahxhockey:
while I’m ranting about things, let me just say this:
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really. i mean really.
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Sometimes I can’t help but stop and realize how amazing my tattoo is
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