Joci.Love
Hello, friend. Glad to see that you are paying a visit to my page. Well, first of all, my name is Joci and that's about all I have. I'm not really good at writing about myself, I suck. But you could ask me questions, which I would be more than glad to answer. If you talk to me I will talk to you because I love making new friends. So, talk to me! Anyways, what I re-blog can pretty much say a lot about me and what I like. I have a twitter, so follow me; @ExtremeEnigmaJD. I'll follow back.Thanks for checking out my tumblr (:
Joci.Love
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bands-savedme:

sparkhy:

acnemint:

br0ken-daisy:

so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.

if you don’t reblog this, fuck you

oh my god this is amazing

Reblogging this again because wonderful
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wnderlst:

Mayschoss, Germany | bartek różański
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I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.

I used all of my bus fare to dial seven wrong numbers. I can’t remember Peter’s number. I know it has three fives, a one, a zero, two sevens, but for the life of me I can’t remember the correct sequence.
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b——j——c:

myheartconcealingitwillbreak:

b——j——c:

Just got into an argument at work because of the anti violence against women band on my arm.

Sigh, how can anyone even try to defend domestic abuse??

I hate this place.

A girl I know just had her bf beat the living shit out her (broken ribs, cheek bones, etc) and strangled her til she blacked out then walked away. The fact that anyone can just brush off domestic violence makes me sick.

I had an aunt almost beat to death earlier in the year - domestic violence is a fucking plague, I can’t understand how anyone can defend it.
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brutalgeneration:

Dans la terre. (by Delta Johnny)
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