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Just a little bit about myself. My name's Emily, I'm 24, and I couldn't explain my life and what I've gone through if you gave me all the time in the world. A lot of people could say I am the most hyperactive, happy, sweetest person in the world and I love knowing I'm thought of that way. My friends are my life and I would do anything for them and I try to be as happy as possible every single day. But at the same time, I have been through so much and felt so much that I can't even understand it. My life is beyond complicated and sometimes I don't even know what to do with myself. One day I'm happy, the next I'm miserable. So many feelings go through me every single day and I have to always find ways to cope with them, whether it's a in a good way or bad. Now I'm in a place where I couldn't love my life any more and I am doing whatever it takes to keep my life this way. I have recently chosen to relocate myself to Boulder, Colorado as a way to have a fresh beginning. To find myself and to enjoy what I love most: healthy cooking and being outside.
One of my absolute biggest passions is helping people and giving advice to the best of my ability to make those around me smile. I believe everyone deserves an amazing life so always feel free to talk to me about absolutely anything.

twitter.com/boomer720:

    "You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud."
    Beardsley Jones: Make yourself proud. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

    (Source: anna-learns-to-love-herself, via carmil)

    — 2 hours ago with 105650 notes

    the-misadventures-of-lele:

    psychogemini:

    deathtasteslikechicken:

    abs-gabs:

    SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

    So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time?  Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

    I will never not reblog this

    "…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed."

    (via marcellewallace)

    — 5 days ago with 1028188 notes

    trashboat:

    i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap

    (via keepcalmandsmosh)

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    ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE


what if we all got paper lol

GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

    ahkmenra-h:

    hellabitcoins:

    sansaspark:

    magconbabe-matt:

    This shit better work

    HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE

    what if we all got paper lol
    GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

    (via carpedisaster)

    — 5 days ago with 685379 notes

    coolscar:

    some peoples blogs are so good i just want to reblog their blog

    (via chanelasshole)

    — 1 week ago with 207414 notes
    You know what I hate?

    That every time I have to buy a bathing suit or lingerie, I cry. Society has literally drilled this image of what everyone is supposed to look like naked, in a bra, in a bathing suit. And now that image is tattooed in my mind. I can’t get past the clothes and look at myself for who I really am. And it fucking infuriates me. One day we are going to be scared about what we look like in a garbage bag.

    That’s how fucked up society and advertising is.

    — 1 week ago with 3 notes