Pasta in Italy

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In Junior High, there was a kid on my bus who would always run home as soon as the bus dropped him off.

elleceeveex13:

books-and-bones:

emiliekennedy:

One day, he missed school. A week after, he was back. He stopped running.

We would laugh at him every day. We didn’t know that he ran because he wanted to make sure his sister hadn’t killed herself while he was gone at school.

-http://sixbillionsecrets.com/

 i cry everytime i see this secret

thats some deep shit right there. 

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