Finding Nikole @fanfightersecretagent007 - Tumblr Blog

How many souls of the innocent have you collected?

Quite a few I must admit

how often do you prey on the weak for kicks?

Every now and then

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this truly scared me i thought the legs on the right were some crispy burnt up human legs i need a minute to breathe

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do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you

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Too often

miloserdie

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you’ve been hit by

you’ve been struck by

a smooth criminal

llleighsmith

u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun

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i remember when i was 5 i used to take dancing lessons and there was this kid in 7th grade who’d make fun of me and call me “gay” but the jokes on him because i gave his younger cousin a handjob at camp so who’s gay now

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i think you’re still technically gay

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What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

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"You see, it’s a metaphor"

"A metaphor, huh? That’s cute."

I redrew my Alaska and Augustus drawing.

Find the original here

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I feel like in Britney’s mind she’s 65

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oakleysheart

i guess you learn something new every day

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ya lit meme ♔ || [1/10] series or books: the fault in our stars by john green

Everyone in this tale has a rock-solid hamartia: hers, that she is so sick; yours, that you are so well. Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.” Easy enough to say when you’re a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.