You know your childhood was dope when you don't have the memory of an angry man inside your home.
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@lordhenrywannabe
You know your childhood was dope when you don't have the memory of an angry man inside your home.
He's a 10 but he sold his soul for eternal beauty.
I don't know how i feel about the fact that I'm still not the Bane of someone's existence and the object of all their desires.
My idea of romance is mutual violent obsession.
I told you I'd like to commit murder with you. What other signs do you need? I'm in love with you.
The intimacy of non sexual touch. Sjsiwiauwihaushjs. I can't-
Oh to be an artist's muse.
I don't need peace and quiet, I need a hot and traumatized fictional man written by a woman.
"Till death do us apart"
But what if we actually, truly unite only after dying, and everything we do here, on this godforsaken planet, is just a pretence? What if our need and urge for this profound, peaceful life is the only thing making us love the place where we live, the job we do, or the person we love; and we actually attain all this and a million more tiny perfect moments only after we die?
When F. Scott Fitzgerald went "I have been drunk for a week now, I thought it might sober me up to sit in the library." I felt it.
I'm in my "omg, again?" era.
I live through the lives of my friends, through the books I read, through the music I listen to, through the movies I watch and the poetry I take in like fresh air. I don't know who I am, and I think there's nothing wrong with that. I am a collection of incidents from the lives of others, fictional or non fictional, I am the sum total of emotions and virtues of many people, and I think that's enough.
Alternative names for the Picture of Dorian Gray
What not to do when you're handsome, hot, and gay; a manual.
1001 times Lord Henry should have kept his whore of a mouth shut.
Life of Dorian Gray, but he is actually morally gray.
101 way to fuck up your life .
Influenced bastard, an absolute sweetheart and the manipulative bastard.
Being gay is alright, as long as you get rid of the body.
If you're not pretty, why are you even alive?
Self obsession and consequences
Sweetheart to a Wanker: a book about the ultimate personality development.
Can we all just agree that randomly holding hands and smiling internally at the cuteness and intimacy of it is the most adorable/wholesome/sexy in a way/fulfilling display of affection?
Remembering people as actions is such an innocent yet intimate way of remembering them. Like, that very trivial thing that you did at particular instances, or the most insignificant actions which you did in the most un-insignificant ways have been imprinted on my mind, and whenever I see someone doing it, I am always gonna think of you.
I am sad, but not sad enough to be an amazing poet or artist or whatever.
Why is kissing hands as a greeting not a thing anymore, again?