This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul. All Cowboys Need Pretty Girls (via octobermoe)

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People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness. (via sensitizes)

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