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@igotanewblog
I can’t fall asleep. I want to go for a walk now. On the streets. In the middle of the night. I want to give my thoughts to the stars. Thoughts about you. Old 3 am thoughts. I want the stars to have them. So I know they would never come back to me again.
dewdropheart (via wordsnquotes)
CAPTCHA 1: check this box
CAPTCHA 2: select all the rivers
CAPTCHA 3: which of these tiny pictures has an apple in it
CAPTCHA 4: can you find where you went wrong in your life
CAPTCHA 5: select the reasons why my wife left me
That Seinfeld fella is pretty funny he should get his own show
I’ve got some great news
what
I just saved a bunch of money on car insurance by switching to geico
dating tip: go to sleep
The floor is a functioning application
okay but for some bizarre reason, discord decided to send one of my messages more than once
how dare u reblog my posts but not follow me
If you find a gold bar in a trash bag, will you take the whole trash can, or just the gold bar?
the fuck
cold af
*writes down time of death*
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines (via goodreadss)
i have like…no clothes. every morning i always wonder how i’ve gotten through the school yr with like no clothes? what have i been wearing this entire time? shit
Maybe I just write every single word I wish you would say to me.
Tyler Knott Gregson (via wordsnquotes)
there was no god there.
real big trauma mood is crying for 5 minutes once every six months and then going back to repressing every emotion