ALYSSA

Runner. Animal lover. Optimist. Atheist. Sports fan. Here I shall poor my heart out to a bunch of strangers. Don't be that stranger, send me an ask!

  • I hate being sick. I’m aching all over and I can’t get to sleep. I wanna go for a run so badly to relieve it but it’s 2am 😭

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  • elevensleeps:

    elevensleeps:

    my mom says hey

    image

    (via milkyteas)

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  • fuckmeshrek:

    GET OUT ME LOBBY

    (via sprousetwinsblog)

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  • (Source: 5thfloorfactory, via dirtydamsel)

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  • platinia:

    Bottled up emotions.

    This is art

    (Source: nyctaeus, via boulevardofnightingales)

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  • combeferret:

    yo but this says so much about rape when a woman would literally rather be around a murderer than a rapist

    (Source: wesleyaccola, via boulevardofnightingales)

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  • m-aestum:

    this is so powerful

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  • finofilipino:

    La galería definitiva de Banksy [127 fotos]

    Banksy es el seudónimo de un prolífico artista del street art británico. Se cree que nació en Yate, localidad cercana a Bristol, en 1974, pero los datos acerca de su identidad son inciertos y se desconocen detalles de su biografía.

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  • malignanttwr:

    There is no God.

    Only conflict often created by the fabricated existence of said god(s).

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  • "

    27 years, 27 years done
    Written 600 songs, only 12 get sung
    87,000 cigarettes have passed through these lungs
    And every single day I wish I’d never smoked one

    A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
    8 years sleeping, I’m still tired when I wake up
    A whole year eating and I still lost weight, fuck
    5 proper girlfriends and 5 messy breakups

    27 birthdays, 27 new years
    30,000 quid, just so I could have a few beers
    Ever dying old hopes, ever growing new fears
    Don’t know where I’m going, but I know how I got here

    Don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
    ‘Cause, running’s the thing I’ve always done
    Oh I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
    I’m a hungry heart, I’m a loaded gun

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