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sometimes people send me such nice messages and it’s like

that is an actual real person who chose to spend 30 seconds of their time trying to make me feel happy and it’s such a wonderful feeling

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posted January 11, 2014 at 6:58pm UTC tagged with love, tumblr, feedback, messages

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