My name is Lauren and I like things.
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He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he’d been lucky enough to find her. By
Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song

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so i bought this ring that has a little hinge and it opens up to a tiny secret box hidden under the gem and my mom told me that women used to put poison in it and then SLIP POISON INTO PEOPLES DRINKS and i was like NUH UH THIS CANT BE REAL and i just googled it and guys this is like a real thing

people are psycho

I have a few of those. I think they’re really neat!

classiest way to poison someone hands down

That’s how it all goes down in Hamlet, poison ring.

I’ve always, always wanted one of these because I have pure peppermint liquid that can ruin a drink with one drop and just kargfksernjskrn I want one.

wait why does everyone want one of these

what are all of you people planning

i regret making this post because i have been getting the creepiest reblogs in the universe seriously tumblr u scary

I honestly never thought I would be this happy.

Not in a million years. I didn’t think I would ever find someone that could or would love me. But I think I have. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy and important and special. Like I actually matter. I go to sleep every night thinking about him and I wake up to a good morning text every day, which always puts a smile on my face. I always thought that datong websites were stupid, but I’m starting to become a believer. Thank God I made the random decision to make a Plenty of Fish profile at 4 a.m. one morning when I couldn’t sleep.

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The thing that bothered me the most about Robin Williams killing himself wasn’t that he was famous or that he played a huge part in the movies I watched growing up, it was that he was 63 and killed himself. It bothers me because I’m just barely 17 and I am at a battle with myself everyday. Everyone tells you that it’ll get better, easier to deal with and eventually you’ll want to live, but I’m 17 and I want to die now, what if I’m 63 and still feel the same way? I’m scared to be that old and still want to feel the way I feel now. By we’re just angels wanting to go home (via n4ughty-y)