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i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
interest check in a suburban gothic style rp, inspired by welcome to nightvale, the 'burbs, and other kooky shit. '50s vibe with a modern twist. any takers?
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
i’m going to move blogs.
anyone who wants to keep following me can send me an ask off anon.
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via dolorashaze)
Whether it is 10 months or 10 years, I will never forget about you. I won’t forget about the scars you’ve made on my heart. But, if we meet again someday, I’ll pretend I don’t know you. Like our memories of one year is just another bad day for me.
hereliesmybrokenheart, I can be fake like you. (via wnq-writers)
Margie Cato [test shoot], New York; captured by Lillian Bassman (1950)
that infinite moment between heart-attack anxiety and your meds kicking in ...
I just need to say a thing.
I have the best damn girlfriend in the world.
you and me both, baby.
Stephen Colbert and Stephen King concoct a scary story