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My name is Nicole. I am 23. I live in Wilmington, NC. I work in a pharmacy. I am obsessed with Agalloch and Type O Negative. My ask is hiding at the little arrow at the top left of my picture. :]

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tywin: what did all of these kings lack
tommen: kittens
tommen: a good king needs kittens
tywin: no that's not --
tommen: bring me a kitten
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wattpadsownsongbird:

This has helped me many a times. I thought I would share it with you all :)

wattpadsownsongbird:

This has helped me many a times. I thought I would share it with you all :)

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crash-mcbarason:

to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young

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assholedisney:

I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing

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The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug + Locations | Part III

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glory-to-cobrastan:

come with me

and you’ll be

in a world

of image

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fasterpussycatgifgif:

Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life (1983). Dir. Terry Jones.

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"Grief is not linear. People kept telling me that once this happened or that passed, everything would be better. Some people gave me one year to grieve. They saw grief as a straight line, with a beginning, middle, and end. But it is not linear. It is disjointed. One day you are acting almost like a normal person. You maybe even manage to take a shower. Your clothes match. You think the autumn leaves look pretty, or enjoy the sound of snow crunching under your feet. Then a song, a glimpse of something, or maybe even nothing sends you back into the hole of grief. It is not one step forward, two steps back. It is a jumble. It is hours that are all right, and weeks that aren’t. Or it is good days and bad days. Or it is the weight of sadness making you look different to others and nothing helps."

Ann Hood, Comfort; A Journey Through Grief (via theprimroseproject)

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