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I don’t understand our relationship. Sometimes we’re friend, sometimes we’re more than friend, and sometimes I’m just a stranger to you.
(via monhistoriedevie)
but the summer is a bummer, if you can’t leave this pathetic excuse for a town that holds all your memories, a lifetime of crushes & your broken dreams.
I’m jealous of my parents.

I’m jealous of my parents.

I’m jealous of my parents.

I’m jealous of my parents.

Thank you Dwight…

Thank you Dwight…

Can’t stop watching…

Can’t stop watching…