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at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

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→ Jan 2012
wanna fuck with your neighbors/friends?


fill a cup with ice, go out on your balcony, porch, street, whatever, then scream “i am jesus and these are my children!” immediately after, throw the ice and calmly walk back inside.

(Source: anamericanlie)

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