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blue eyes and a half smile.

my thoughts are the cold kind; i've got storm clouds that are brewing behind my eyes.

i'm a bitch, i'm a lover.

23. i tend to only take pictures of the left side of my face. yeah, i guess i'm kind of vain.

i've never liked tea, and i probably never will. i'm more honest than i am nice, and i like to think that i'm always right.

i don't do well with expressing my emotions, but i like to write about it; so, here's a bit of my personal life in print.

hopeless romantic in a realist's body. slightly obsessive. extremely opinionated. complicated, but it happens.



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drakesquad:

tuggywuggy:

drakesquad:

i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter

This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.

so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh






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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

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"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"  (via halluzinogen)



letliveintheend:

band/tattoo blog 










I don’t love everything about Fall. 🍁🍂🔥🎃👻







reallylameblog:

asian:

went grocery shopping

Please don’t eat these dogs




the-personal-quotes:

more relatable posts here





"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

Unknown (via sunflower-mama)




"why the fuck am i crying"

literally me during any situation that is slightly emotional (via tommypickles)