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ur fav sugar baby✨
teal hair is back 💙
when you try using the flash for a selfie and it turns out to be straight fire
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I like zouisos englishloves (I believe she is fratcalums now though) & deadassluke a lot. Oh and of course hotdamn5sos
@zouisos literally provides me with blog content, she seems like a really lovely person too when she’s answering blogs and everything and she’s so pretty. I hope she’s having an amazing day!
@drunkcalum, who I believe is englishloves and fratcalums! If not, I tried, haha. Use of gif on blog 10/10, dancing bananas win me over all of the time. So I tried to click on her about but I’m guessing she’s moving urls and man, she’s beautiful. Let me have your hair.
@deadassluke, first of all, organised blogs are my favourite thing ever. Her favourite band is all time low and all I can say is she has impeccable taste, I’m so so jealous she’s met my boys?!
@hotdamn5sos, Tara literally needs an award and a title for the time and effort she puts into her blog. Without her, I’m not sure I’d know what’s happening like 99% of the time and I swear she can get tweets up on tumblr within seconds. She’s unlocked an art I can only dream of unlocking. Tara does some amazing work and she deserves a lot of praise for it!
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Coping
My chest has been hollow as long as I can remember, and oh how I have tried to fill it. Couple of shots in and it still remains/so I drink until I can't remember my name/ I awake the next morning just as hollow and with a killer headache. Constantly downing thousands of milligrams of uppers, downers, opiates, whatever I could get my hands on. The high only lasts so long, so I stop going back. I string up boys like a puppet master, manipulative, just to hear their pretty words in my ears, knowing I hold no particular fondness for them. Hoping every delectable syllable will fill me up, but it leaves me emptier still. A line up my nose, all fears gone. I'm queen of the world for a few short moments. Another line and I'm back to feeling fine. One day I wake up just as empty and with an expensive almost addiction. The bass thumps in time with my heartbeat. It blacks out the toxic thoughts swirling around my head. It fills the hollow until the final chord is struck. Next song.
I remember the taste of your skin tonight.