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thecakebar:

chocolate covered brownie ice cream sandwich bars! (recipe)

thecakebar:

chocolate covered brownie ice cream sandwich bars! (recipe)

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Photo Post Thu, Apr. 19, 2012 15,269 notes

turbo-teen:

jayemge:

First world problems

turbo-teen:

jayemge:

First world problems

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Will I ever find that some one just for me…?






Photo Post Wed, Apr. 04, 2012 13,135 notes

himeeee:

purelyreal:

True.

I had a friend like this. When I first met him I really liked that he spoke what he thought, and didn’t just make jokes and stuff so that I would think that he’s funny, first impression. He told me what he thought, no shit. We became really good friends and he would tell me who he liked, and I would tell him who I liked, and it was great. We talked everyday, and even the teacher had to stop us from talking. It was pure fun. We even exchanged phone numbers.
But then all of the popular girls, who are all skinnier, prettier, and more confident than I appealed to him (as they always do) and I was left behind. Sometimes I try to talk to him but I can tell when we do talk that he would rather be talking with someone else. And so I stopped trying. I have other friends, of course, but I miss the talks that we had and the fun that was.
Now, everytime I look at him, I think, “Am I always going to be left behind? Am I not important enough or special or pretty enough to maintain a friendship with? What am I, really? A stepping stone or a temporary companion? Is that how others see me?”
I miss him a lot.

himeeee:

purelyreal:

True.

I had a friend like this. When I first met him I really liked that he spoke what he thought, and didn’t just make jokes and stuff so that I would think that he’s funny, first impression. He told me what he thought, no shit. We became really good friends and he would tell me who he liked, and I would tell him who I liked, and it was great. We talked everyday, and even the teacher had to stop us from talking. It was pure fun. We even exchanged phone numbers.

But then all of the popular girls, who are all skinnier, prettier, and more confident than I appealed to him (as they always do) and I was left behind. Sometimes I try to talk to him but I can tell when we do talk that he would rather be talking with someone else. And so I stopped trying. I have other friends, of course, but I miss the talks that we had and the fun that was.

Now, everytime I look at him, I think, “Am I always going to be left behind? Am I not important enough or special or pretty enough to maintain a friendship with? What am I, really? A stepping stone or a temporary companion? Is that how others see me?”

I miss him a lot.

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