"To be, …OR NAH?"
- William Shakespeare (via ora-le)

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flabbey:

when ur boob starts itching in public

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astoundly:

sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean

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"

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

"
- Danielle Laporte (via tr4pezeswinger)

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saitin:

me when i cum 

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humorprince:

why can’t problems stop following me like hey stop where you are right now i don’t need you

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aangnog:

masturbation is just having sex with the person you love the most

(Source: terrakion, via phobias)

'are you flirting with me or are you like this to everyone' a classic novel by me

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refreshes:

plans for the summer;

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marinashutup:

it’s weird to think that everyone views you differently like one person might think you put the stars in the sky and another person could think you crawled out of the pits of hell and are here to drag them down with you

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sweartokanye:

male models are scary not only because theyre intimidatingly attractive but they could cut a bitch with their jaw lines

(Source: femper, via phobias)

"I used to fall asleep screaming your name at the ceiling. I would cry until I was choking and clawing at my chest, trying to rip my heart out so I wouldn’t have to feel like dying all the time. I felt everything and it was killing me. Oh god I didn’t want to feel it. I didn’t want to feel the empty space in bed next to me where you should’ve been. I didn’t want to feel your lips lingering on my neck even though it’s been four months since you’d bothered calling me. And then suddenly it’s the middle of January, 6 months since you accidentally broke my heart in the door when you shut it a little too hard and decided you didn’t love me anymore. And I’m shaking from the cold and I’m shaking because everything fucking hurts. and then I see you in the corner, and it’s the first time I’ve seen you since that fucking night. And you’re with her. And you’re grabbing at her the way you used to grab me. And you’re kissing her like you’re on fire and she’s the only thing that can put you out. And I lost my breath. And you looked up from her mouth and saw me standing there and looked away and I drove home swerving off the road. After that it all shut down. I didn’t feel anything anymore and jesus fuck I miss the days when I felt like everything inside me was crashing into each other and whispering your name. It’s like I was dead. I think you killed me. So I’ve been splitting open my skin because I thought if enough blood poured out of me maybe I would wake the fuck up and clean up the mess but I never did. I just sort of sat there drowning in myself. I want it all back. I want my mother shaking me in the middle of the night asking me why I was crying in my sleep. I want to look at old pictures of you and throw up every last bit of my bleeding heart. Anything would be better than this cold."
-

Oh god don’t touch me I’ll break (via extrasad)

I’m so obsessed with this

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This is so deeep.

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clavid:

HAVING A CRUSH SUCKS LIKE I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A KITCHEN APPLIANCE

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