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“I care too much about people, but no one ever cares about me.”

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laylaesc:

“I only screenshot them because I want to keep them close to my heart forever–and you know in my camera roll. Do people actually hack other people’s phones though?”

“and by doing that, you’re ruining my reputation as a hardcore bitch. oh yeah! have you not heard about people hacking into hilary clinton’s emails? i’m sure they probably found her password through her phone or something.”

“every time i say something nice to someone, they screenshot it. like listen, i know i’m not nice often but enough is enough. i get hacked way too many times. it’s never me.”

#this is from a masterlist lmao oops #but tell me it doesnt describe her #newbrooke:starter #shes kidding btw #shes actually nice #just kind of manipulative

chcnges

“Yeah, okay, keep going, I’ll pretend like I believe you.”

jfcwaverly-blog

“what, did i give you a reason to stop trusting me or something?”

#lizprescott #i loved it

iconiic

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Blackbear - Girls Like U

#( music )#this is her theme song lbr

lifeinpoetry

Here are the things that do fill me: a night sky, endless and rammed with stars. The soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. Dark roads and cosy cars, and imagining having somebody I loved enough to distract me in the front seat. Helplessness, sometimes. Anger, always.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Use of Tears,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)

I liked that about her. She was unpredictable. Sometimes the things she said and did were surprising. Sometimes they disturbed me. But she was exciting, and that’s what I liked most. She was so many, many things but she was never once boring.

S. Zhao (via blossomfully)

#( aesthetic )#( isms )

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#( queen b )

maryjblige

https://instagram.com/p/BGSRNU0Q_79/

#( ink )

adventuringangel

he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing. (via tonkinwrites)

#( isms )#*she