It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
Ray Bradbury, âThe Lakeâ, The October Country (via 7-weeks)
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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!

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Jimmy Eat World
Not today Justin
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The Stonewall Inn
almost home
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Love Begins
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It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
Ray Bradbury, âThe Lakeâ, The October Country (via 7-weeks)
If your name is Alex thereâs a 95% chance youâre a bottom
i'm very tired but hey
sex is intimate and sacred. your body is a temple and you shouldnât share it with anyone who doesnât scream the lyrics to Mr BrightsideÂ
âI started the lyrics to this song maybe three or four times and I scrapped them every time. And then I had the one line, the first line of the song in my head, âBut did you know I hold my breath through every tunnel?ââ and I literally wrote the whole thing on the 20-minute car ride home. Putting it first on the record makes a statement for the overall theme, of young insecurities and still being confused and going year by year and thinking itâs getting more understandable, but every year I grow older itâs still insane.â - Ned Russin
âPickle, you want a belly rub?â (sound on)
youâre not mine anymore. đ„
Me to every dog I see: i know you don't know me, but I'm a BIG fan
i am so ill right now
i'm exhausted
I just wanna talk shit in peace ok