The Antarctican

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when you post on the wrong blog and you feel like your life is over cuz you have a skewed sense of reality

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Um so you’re the first to see this because I love you and I know you don’t care about dresses or Prom but I do and if I could, I would ask you to Mormon Prom and you could wear pants and I would just be happy because that would mean that I’d get to see you, I’m sorry I’m weird tonight.

Sometimes I forget you’re a real person. You’re this magical being from my past and you evoke nostalgic memories of stars and treasure hunts and always having to borrow a toothbrush at your house. You’re this smart, talented, creative genius that everyone misunderstands. You’re an enigma.

And then I read these angsty letters where you miss your friends/our friends/me as much as you look forward to the future and I see the excitement you feel when starting a new project and I see the juxtaposition of our ideas on boys and love and the Vlogbrothers and I fear that if I say I love you one more time then people will really think I’m a lesbian who wants to take you to Prom.

How dangerous it is to believe a person is more than a person.

I’m really bad at quoting from memory in the middle of the night^^

Screw Zero. Hug Jenna. Write me a pletter? (my birthday’s in less than a week ^_^)

You’re almost there. I have faith in you.

-emma

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hayazaki-iroke:

iaminspectorspacetime:

c-c-chuck:

toiletllama:

theangel24601:

neuroticnick:

the kid on the right is blind.

(p.s. watch the whole short film here because its fucking adorable)

Everyone! Go watch this short film! =D

Oh god that was precious. 

jesus lord that was adorable

That might have been the sweetest short film ever, ohmygod

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charlottefever:

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#my goal in life is to be as happy as this dog.

WHEN HIS LITTLE HEAD POPS UP.

(Source: murmeldjur)

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“Stop… Control yourself”

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Being sick just got a whole lot better. My grandma is awesome.

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starxapple:

starxapple:

my grandpa has a date tonight and hes really old and in a wheelchair and has to drag around this breathing machine but hes just sitting there waiting for the hospice shuttle to take him to pick up his date and he looks suPER EXCITED and its the cutest thing ive ever seen 

update he came home and i asked him how it went and he said, “i should have taken an extra tank of oxygen because she took my BREATH AWAY”  

Reblogged 4 months ago from tsar-bucks

sometimes i forget that my life isnt a movie because things just go so perfectly and then fall short of the kiss at the end

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