summertime sadness

chloe - 6teen - british. idk man, i like rp'ing 1x1 Roleplay Blog

[chloeof1x1]

UNUSED BLOG PLEASE FOLLOW MY RPH - curlsofrph

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[chloeof1x1]

I’m uploading a new video with @Zozeebo tomorrow!

[chloeof1x1]

pssst, someone make an rp/appless rp/?x? rp based on real life band rivalry's and drama. e.g. one direction and the wanted drama, haylor, louis/zayn and tom/max drama, jai/ariana/nathan drama, 5sos drama and stuff like that

it'll be funnnn

[chloeof1x1]

omg guys sorry i haven't been on in like EVER

i've had a lot of personal stuff going on and yeah...

thanks for not giving up on me and stuff, ily all<3

[chloeof1x1]

sorry i haven't been on lately and my 1x1 replies have been slow, but school is stressing me out /huge sigh

i'm not as stressed as i was but i will do the replies i need to do

[chloeof1x1]

my tumblr relationships

me: omfg ily i swear we're like long lost twins or something your blog is my life

me: also what is your name

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Deleted Scene: Candace and Charlie post-abortion (x)

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SWEET LORD WHAT A WOMAN

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to go to sleep or to not go to sleep that is the question

[chloeof1x1]

sleep???? what is this sleep you speak of

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ok but bagels are just bread cd’s

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if i could bring one dead person back to life i’d bring back Walt Disney just to show him the shows on disney channel and see his reaction

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infinite list of favorite foods:

onion rings

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kylejthompson:

Untitled legs series by Kyle Thompson

Once upon a time, there were three siblings.

The eldest, a son, was a saint. The holy fire lit him from within, burned him to an ashen shell. He wandered across ice, through water, his twisted and scorched feet barely touching the ground, trailing steam. Where he walked, the world emptied of color, and his grey-eyed followers went on behind him.

The second child, a daughter, was a martyr. For God, she wound her legs with barbed wire and walked the earth, filled and vacated by the wind, eyes burned unseeing blue. Where she bled, the ground grew green and fertile. Her bones were picked apart by birds, and a cathedral built over them.

The youngest child was a writer. She wore Doc Martins and wandered around in an omnipresent haze of cigarette smoke. She liked vodka, words like quaintrelle and metanoia, Russian novels. At night, she stood on her balcony and screamed obscenities to a God she did not believe in.

(God came to her in the grey dawnlight, whispered, we do not buy our own innocence. She did not remember it, upon waking.)

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This is the best sort of Tumblr fable.;)

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