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It's not what we do, or where we go... It's how we do it. It's not about what happened, but what we choose to do afterwards that matters.


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Today’s one of those days I want to take drugs and have endless sex and drink some wine. 

09:23 pm, by piccole-cose

I spend my Saturday nights doing homework. I’m so busy with school and work that I hardly get time to spend with my sister and my boyfriend. I end up doing my homework at Chick fil A, stalking my boyfriend because it’s the only way I get to see him with our busy schedules. I feel tired all the time. Can I just be a nurse already? :’(

11:08 pm, by piccole-cose

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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I live in a really bad neighborhood and my friend came over and we heard gun shots and she was like “ooh fireworks” and I just smiled and nodded.


I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust

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If ur pets dont like him he aint da one

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God let me accept the things I cant change, courage to change things I can & the wisdom to know the difference.


Sometimes CAH hits too close to home.


Sometimes CAH hits too close to home.

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
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As it turns out

I ran into someone I knew back from middle school at the park yesterday evening. He was in a old car with another guy. He ran up to me and was like “Is that you Nancy?” He’s gotten pretty handsome and tall. Then I saw his nose, and his eyes. The traces of coke and weed hindering on his expressions. 

It’s sad. It’s absolutely sad, to see people you were classmates with, hung out with, got into trouble with, and felt comfortable around turn into the type of person you never wanted or want to be around. It was very hard for me not to pass judgement and pity. I firmly believe people “know” exactly what they’re doing— whether good or bad. 

He rambled on about how he’s been homeless for over two years. I sensed it after I asked him if he still lived in the area and he responded ” I guess you can say that”. He’s turning 21 this year and I jokingly said “Man be careful, 21 is hard. Living past 21 is a challenge.” He seriously responded me with ” I probably wouldn’t have lived past 16, but I did it, and I’m here now.” 

I just didn’t know what to say. Here I was with my new car, my dog, my great job, my happy… happy non-violent drug-free life, and a guy I once raised havoc with all around Bixby Knolls with a group of friends is living out of his friend’s car trying to fight off smoking crystal meth and trying to get his girlfriend back. 

When the small talk ended the only thing I could get myself to do was tell him to be safe, and take care of himself. Things will change if you do something about it… 

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