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this dog getting washed with bouncy music in the background is like a genre of its own

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How to Self Rescue in the Event you Fall Through Frozen Ice

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im fuckin dying 

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everything was perfect

everything was perfect, until it wasn’t anymore. i had the best time w him, it all seemed like a dream. he hugged me and he held me close. we laid under the stars, i can still feel his arms. i felt safe even when the tree fell i didn’t jump bc he had his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on my head. i can still smell his cologne and i can still feel his hands. i thought i was dreaming, i mean, it was everything i had wanted for eight months, i still want it. that night was perfect, i think ab it all the time. it was a tuesday night on may first. i slept in class the next day, i could hardly keep my eyes open. i loved that night. i felt so close to him. everything was perfect, until it wasn’t anymore. now, three days later, he’s back to her. obsessed w her. everything was perfect, but now my heart is broken.

#heartbreak #perfect #love #bestfriend #feels #feelings #sad

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plot twist

three weeks ago i was in love w one of my two best guy friends, G. two weeks ago i realized i didn’t love him anymore and that i actually liked my other best guy friend, J. J and i always said ���we’re only ever going to be friends,” and we’ve been the best of friends for six months. and now here we are, more than just friends. three weeks ago i was in love w G and now today writing this i’m not and i’m dating J who was only ever supposed to be a friend. life’s crazy.

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differences

do you ever wonder how different your life would be if one thing hadn’t happened? how different your life would be if you hadn’t met someone or went somewhere? i think ab it all the time. i think ab how different my life would be if i had never fallen in love w him, if i had never talked to her. when i say him, i refer to my best friend. when i say her, i refer to someone who used to be my best friend and now she’s just someone who destroyed me. i wish i could see these differences, i wish i could know what my life would’ve been like if i had never fallen in love w him and i had never met her. i imagine it being completely different. i imagine still being w my boyfriend who i dumped bc i was in love w someone else. i imagine still being best friends w the person i stupidly left when i was given an ultimatum. i imagine being happier and life being a little less stressful. i imagine all of these things, but they’ll never be a reality. i did it. i fell in love w GEF. i was best friends w RAR for 6 months and those months were great until they weren’t. i broke up w GHR bc i loved GEF. i ditched BBL when she made me decide between her and RAR. i made the wrong decisions and now i want the different life that would come from the other choice.

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“oh i forgot to make dinner”

“guess we’re having takeout tonight!”

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151

151. that’s the number of days i’ve known my best friend. that’s when we started our snapchat streak. that’s the number of days i’ve spent falling in love w him.

150. that’s the number of days we’ve been on each other’s best friends list on snap.

147. the number of days he’s been thinking ab how he feels ab me. he said it himself three days ago, on the one hundred and fourty-eighth day of our snap streak when i asked what was on his mind. his exact words were “ya know, i’ve been thinking ab us. for the entire time i’ve know you except one day, i’ve thought ab what would happen if we were more. and honestly it’s terrified the fuck out of me. it’s confused me to the point where idk my feelings. i want us but i don’t want to ruin our friendship if something happens, so i’m confused for now. maybe one day i’ll figure it out, but for now, i’ll be doing what i’ve done for the past 148 days, think ab my feelings.” thats the third time i thought he liked me as something more. maybe he does, but for now, who knows.

114. the number of times he’s said “i love you” the number of times i’ve wanted it to mean more than the way he meant it.

89. that’s the number of days in a row that we spent facetiming each other until one of us fell asleep. the calls that brought us closer and closer to each other.

76. the number of pictures we’ve taken together. the number of times him and i have snuck into the family bathroom at his work to see each other.

58. thats the length of our snap streak when i became his number two best friend.

56. thats the number of days we were each other’s number one best friends on snap.

51. the number of times i’ve cried bc of him. the number of times my girl best friend has told me i need to move on. the number of times i’ve lied to him and not told him he’s the reason i was crying.

45. thats the number of days i knew him before he started dating someone else. one of my new friends. someone who had no idea i was in love w him until months after they broke up. the day my heart shattered.

43. that’s the number of days i knew him before i snuck out of my house to see him. the first time i cried in front of him. the first time he held me and told me everything was going to be okay. the second time i thought he liked me as something more. two days before i was proven wrong.

40, 41, and 42. those are the days before we snuck out to see each other. the days that made me want to sneak out. the days we joked ab sneaking out, and then it actually happened. the days where my feelings for him were the highest they had been and the highest they would be until november twenty-seventh.

37. that’s the number of days him and his girlfriend dated. the number of days i spent wondering why her and not me. the number of days i tried to move on. the number of days i spent acting happy for him bc he had no idea i was in love w him. the number of days my heart was broken.

34. the number of times he’s driven me home. he only has four classes, so he leaves school really early. he’s went out of his way and driven me home from school thirty-four times. he’s left his house to drive back to the school to get me. thirty-four times.

32. that’s the number of times one of our friends have asked me if we’re dating. some of the more distant or new ones still ask me.

25. that’s the number of days we knew each other until homecoming. the very first time i thought he liked me as something more. i wasn’t going to go, but he begged me to go the day of the dance. he wanted to see me. he said i looked beautiful. he talked to me for a little bit and then he went w his other friends. i only saw him three times at homecoming. once when we took a picture together. once when he was leaving. and once when he was dancing w someone else. i saw him three times. he was the reason i went. i cancelled my post-hoco plans w friends and i went home and i cried. he asked me what was wrong and i so badly wanted to tell him. but i didn’t. i wish i would’ve never went to homecoming.

19. the number of times him and i have gotten into an argument or fight. this is also the number of times we have worked things out and made up bc we can’t live without each other.

17. the number of times my mother has told me he’s too old for me. he’s one year, nine months, and seven days older than me. how him and i are such close friends, i’m not really sure bc i’m not allowed to hangout w him, but i’m glad we are. i see him at work and he sneaks a break to see me. i see him at school and we’re always late to class. we sneak ways to see each other bc of one year, nine months, and seven days.

12. the number of days it took me to realize i was in love w him.

9. the number of days my longest relationship has been in the past one hundred and fifty-one days. the number of days before i realized i hadn’t moved on.

6. the number of times we’ve almost snuck it together but the weather stopped us. the number of letters in each of our names. the number of times i’ve wanted to tell him how i feel but haven’t found the words.

4. the longest number of days we’ve gone without talking to each other. all we sent was streaks and that was it.

3. the number of times he’s broken my heart. the number of girls he’s talked to within these one hundred and fifty-one days.

1. the number of girls he’s dated since i’ve known him. the number of guys i’ve dated since he’s known me. the number he is for me. he’s the one.

#love #bestfriend #crush

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Literally me🎅🎄

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Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.

Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.

Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

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What the fuck they’re two years old

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friend: youre so sweet youre the best I love you!!

Me: aw thanx love you too!!

me 30 min later when im all alone: they lyin 

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