oh my god
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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oh my god
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
She just wanted you to clean the house
Do you have a "signature move" in the bedroom?
Yeah it’s called sleep
bpdcecilpalmer:
me: dang i love hearing horror stories and conspiracies im gonna go watch some on youtube!
me, an hour later: *disassociating and desperately avoiding turning around, so paranoid i feel like i might die, literal physical pains from paranoia and fear*
For my legacy I need the YouTube format quite a lot so I thought “hey lets make a PSD” It obv didn’t stop there & now I have this
It might be useful to some people out there so you can have them I guess?? The pink parts and most of the texts are costumizable + In the 2nd Instagram PSD the filter previews kinda work (by kinda I mean it’s the closest I could get to the filters so don’t expect too much)
(You’ll need to play with Kik & Whatsapp a bit but it’s def doable so you’ll be fine)
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he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.
i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.
i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”
Michiel Huisman photographed by Michael Schwartz for El Pais Icon
We live in a heavenly sinful world where demons are mistaken for angels, and angels sadly don’t exist.
rebeloverdose
He was the sun, the moon and the stars in my life, while I was just the grey clouds in his.
misjudgments (via misjudgments)
If you aren’t at least a little ashamed of your country’s history, you don’t know your country’s history.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
Are you gay or straight ?
im stressed