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Just Laurell.Your normal 22 year old making her way through life.A native of Las Vegas who now lives in Reno.These are my day to day adventures and how I see life and live it.Live. Love. Laugh.

15 September 14

Reblogged: allmyyyloving

Posted: 12:54 PM
dietrum:

College

dietrum:

College

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:54 PM

maybe this year ill find a boyfriend [audience laughs in the background]

(Source: misumipyon)

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:54 PM
If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice.
— (via likespancakes)

(Source: hollow-craters)

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:53 PM
give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
— Warsan Shire (via laevoe)

Wow. The amount of truth in this.

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:53 PM
If you can’t be thankful for what you have, be thankful for what you’ve escaped.

Reblogged: thedailypozitive

Posted: 12:53 PM
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via battybatty)

(Source: 13neighbors)

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:51 PM
It’s easy to love someone when they’re happy. What’s hard is loving someone when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2am because everything came crashing down at once.
— Midnight thoughts (sometimes I’m a mess)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:50 PM
You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.
— My Ten Word Story (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: thr0wmyfaith)

Reblogged: thebackstabber

Posted: 12:49 PM
The best smell in the world is the man that you love.
— Jennifer Aniston (via myheart—yourhands)

Reblogged: allmyyyloving

Posted: 12:48 PM

(Source: waandering)

Reblogged: lisles

Posted: 12:48 PM

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid. (via stolenwine)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry)

Reblogged: lisles

Posted: 12:45 PM
I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
— Unknown  (via unlively)

Love this

(via f-ftw)

(Source: brighteryellow)

Reblogged: jennaanne01

Posted: 12:44 PM

hllucinate:

so is anyone secretly in love with me yet

(Source: nerdsigh)

Reblogged: iamwhoiam426

Posted: 12:44 PM
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
— (via escapably)

(Source: hedonistpoet)

Reblogged: iamwhoiam426

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh