Life is a journey, not a destination.

Are you living it up out there?

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myskinnybones:

I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human being. It happened in the summer of 1959-a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years. I was living in a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock. There were only twelve hundred and eighty-one people. But to me, it was the whole world.’

This fucking movie. Every damn time

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