Oct 20, 2014
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Oct 20, 2014
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porpentine:

i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together

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Oct 19, 2014
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Oct 19, 2014
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Shits bout to go down

Shits bout to go down

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Oct 19, 2014
5,703 notes
you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it
This fucked me up (via obsessiveloserr)

fuck.

(via giveit-time)

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Oct 19, 2014
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Lol

Lol

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Oct 19, 2014
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Death Cab For Cutie - Brothers On A Hotel Bed

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Because I’m not who I used to be

Too much death cab for me lately

(Source: idontleadpeopleon)

Oct 19, 2014
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Oct 19, 2014
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tea-poppet:

#straight-girl envy

#gay-girl privileges

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Oct 19, 2014
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bernardclairvaux:

apha4me:

cumberbuddy:

gvacamolly:

petitbear:

skittleoakley:

Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

When he says “really” ;’)

Never leave this un-reblogged

What a dear human being he is. 

He’s going to be the best grandpa ever.

This guy has made a face I have only seen before on cats and Alyson Hannigan 

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Oct 19, 2014
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BOOKSHELF - original song
Needs some work, lyrics below

I’m sleeping alone tonight
I’m wrapped up in my pillow,
But it’s just not right

And I’m trying, trying, trying not to
But I know I’ll fall asleep to visions of you

I’ve washed the paint my hands
And your scent from my clothes
But the marks from your teeth
They just won’t go
You hair is in my fingers
Your tongue is on my chest
With your lips on mine
I can finally get some rest

Now it’s 3 o’ clock in the morning
I’m finally next to you
Things don’t seem as complicated
C’mon we’ll pull through

Maybe I believe we can be more
Maybe you’re just what I need
But you’re scared and I’m scared
Now I’m too scared to leave

I’ve washed the paint my hands
And your scent from my clothes
But the marks from your teeth
They just won’t go
You hair is in my fingers
Your tongue is on my chest
With your lips on mine
I can finally get some rest

Cause I’m not sleeping much these days
And I’m lying every time I say that I’m okay
I’m okay
And I think about you all the damn time
But I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine

Cause I’ve washed the paint from my hands
And your scent from my clothes
The marks from your teeth
Well, they’re fading slow
Your hair is on your head
Your tongue is in your cheek
I’m letting go
So I can finally get some sleep

Oct 19, 2014
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Oct 19, 2014
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omgitsfrizzy:

a face is the comfiest place to sit

(via icomealiveinthenight)

Oct 19, 2014
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*judging you*

*judging you*

(via iwasthelipsinrockyhorror)

Oct 19, 2014
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Oh shit, no one there either.

Oh shit, no one there either.

(via delicatemotion)

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