She likes to sleep. It makes her forget about it.
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When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.
John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via kushandwizdom)
spinachandchocolate:

the4elemelons:

We should fear this guy

Devinsupertramp does make the awesomest videos in human fucking history

spinachandchocolate:

the4elemelons:

We should fear this guy

Devinsupertramp does make the awesomest videos in human fucking history

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hisblackcoat:

알렉스 널 사랑해

Reblog if your Tumblr picture is actually you.

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Men aren’t stupid, and you don’t need a complicated set of rules to find a good one who loves you. Here’s the only rule you need: if a man loves you, he will do anything he can to keep you around. Anything.
Kim Gruenenfelder (A Total Waste Of Makeup)

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If you truly love and miss that person, then, love will come again when you meet that person again. Just like playing a game of hide and seek, No matter where he/she hides or even if you can’t see him/her, He/she must be waiting at some place for you. Amid the countless chaos, just like the sincere prayers of love. The people in love will surely meet again.
Spring Waltz (via iamcharliesangel)

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Pain. Horrible pain that you want again and again.
Sophia Burset (What Is Love?)

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It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
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(via iamcharliesangel)

You had me at hello.

softmami:

takarazuka milk

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💵💲💸💰🚬🔫  bling ring u bitch

💵💲💸💰🚬🔫 bling ring u bitch

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I like to be consumed by things. Consumed by words, consumed by love, consumed by art, and life, and people. Consumed by the flesh on your hands and bones beneath your skin. Consumed by the twinkle in your eye and the beat of your heart. Consumed by the pain in your soul and the fear in your mind. Consumed by everything that is real.

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