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[quase-heroi]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

He sparked another cigarette, and stared at the distance as he took a deep breath. Was it the fourth cigarette? Or the fifth? He forgot how much he smoked because all he could only think of was the silky touch of her skin. On the other hand, she took down another shot of rum, and raised her hand for another or two. She did not know how much she drank, but she did not seem to care too much about it. She only knew that it still was not enough to erase the thought of his smile. They yearned so much for each other, but they had to pretend that neither one of them existed to the other.

Lukas W. // Trying to forget (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[nintendowii2011]

[killue]

why tha fuck so many porn blogs follow me…..wtf you tryna jack off to? my depression?? naruto? kermit the frog memez???.. what yhe Fuck

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

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[taberland]

Jo tættere det kommer på Jo længere trækker jeg mig væk

Uddrag af et forvirret sind ( part 3)

[bbyxbatxbrat]

[wearestill-kids]

i want chicken nuggets and a lap dance is that too much to ask for

[lenfantoff]

[rexuality]

my mom and dad were arguing in front of me whether to give me a present now or to wait til christmas and my mom was like “can we give her it now?” and my dad was like “what present” and my mom was like “you know… the good one” and my dad was like “spell it” and my mom goes “GREG, SHE’S 23”

[lividlylily]

Put a word inside my inbox

And I’ll tell you a fact about myself based off that word

[ozeia]

holy shit do this

[sirakante-blog]

[bey]

i think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that are sweet to me

[infp-quotes]

It’s a release to be able to talk about everything and anything with someone without the fear of being judged.

Submitted by anonymous (via infp-quotes)

[extrasad]

I think when you’re 16 you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it does but what the fuck would you know about love till it slams into your chest and knocks the wind out of your lungs so you fall in love and he leaves and you stop washing your hair and your skin is bruised with the creases in your sheets and your mother wants to yell at you but your blank stare just makes her eyes tear up and you’re not supposed to see your mother cry and you’ll probably try destroying yourself because that’s what you do when you’re 16 so you’ll pull apart razors and hide them someplace your parents can find them but they never do and you’ll start smoking even though it makes you cough so hard you throw up and you can’t stand the burning in your throat and you’ll run away without ever leaving your bedroom and maybe you’ll kiss too many boys who mean nothing but mean all too much and they will all look a little like him or nothing at all and you let him fuck you up and you leave him drunk voicemails and you haven’t cried in 23 days even though you’re always crying and you promise you will never love anything again because it hurts more than they warned no one told you that this was love and maybe it’s not love maybe it’s more maybe it’s something from another world maybe it’s just your bones breaking again either way it fucking burns and now you’re older and you know to expect to come out the other side missing a few pieces of yourself but sometimes you get caught up and you forgot that it’s supposed to hurt because it’s not supposed to fucking hurt and you blink and you’re bleeding again and it’s like you’re 16 all over again trying to rip yourself to shreds while you try to pick up all the pieces of yourself everyone thinks you’re mysterious because your mouth is sewn shut with the sudden death of past loves but you’re just so fucking quiet because they’ve taken so much out of you, you can hardly open your eyes, forget about your mouth, and I guess the worst part about love dying out is that you don’t die with it, you just attend the funeral and visit the grave every time you’re drunk. you’re always so goddamn drunk.

how it happens  (via extrasad)

[anitaspallenberg]

Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.

This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read  (via and-suddenly-i-feel-nothing)

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold.

Jessi Kirby, Golden (via suspnd)