I Need A New Body And I Need A New Soul.

I'm Jose,
level 18,
ride fixed,
pizza & horchata,
Van Nuys CA.

ridetonight:

Kelli Samuelson

ridetonight:

Kelli Samuelson

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Title Fight - Anaconda Sniper

xxfloralgreen:

Anaconda Sniper - Title Fight

"All I have left to do is to just keep reminding myself to forget about you."

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Title Fight - Evander

Title Fight | Evander

I hope this makes you see just how you destroy me

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Turnover - Sasha (Acoustic)

Turnover | Sasha (Acoustic)

For weeks the days I spent felt like forever
I couldn’t get you off my mind
I wondered how you got inside my head
And made me think that you were mine
I thought you meant it when you said forever
I guess that was a lie
I still get choked up when I think of you
It happens all the time

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dustinberrycool:

221boners:

policebox05:

deathtasteslikechicken:

abs-gabs:

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time?  Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

BLESS THIS POST

also filed under: reasons high schools copy homework and cheat

If you think you only need one extra hour for extracurriculars, you were not in extracurriculars. I had to go to school an hour and a half early and stay 4 hours later for wrestling. Plus my 3 AP classes.

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rankinqs:

Reblog this! People need to know and protect their Tumblr, my friend clicked this and it doesn’t let her on Tumblr anymore! 

rankinqs:

Reblog this! People need to know and protect their Tumblr, my friend clicked this and it doesn’t let her on Tumblr anymore! 

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stonerthabear:

O Holy last secession!

stonerthabear:

O Holy last secession!

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smokinthefurrr:

shotofpatr0n:

everyonechillthefuckout:

Correct response.

Agreed.

I’d do the same.

smokinthefurrr:

shotofpatr0n:

everyonechillthefuckout:

Correct response.

Agreed.

I’d do the same.

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youngpreciosa:

dudeimjarell:

lol

Bitch I’m crying lmaoooooooooo

youngpreciosa:

dudeimjarell:

lol

Bitch I’m crying lmaoooooooooo

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

—   It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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kanrose:

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s4rcoline:

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I can’t believe I watched that whole thing. Smh. That’s how I know I am.

where are the notes

we fucking broke it, guys

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