Olivia Holt via Tonya Brewer’s instagram story
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Cosmic Funnies

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izzy's playlists!
we're not kids anymore.

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Today's Document
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Game of Thrones Daily
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@taylroswifts
Olivia Holt via Tonya Brewer’s instagram story
Lily Collins as Emily Cooper in Emily in Paris “Emily in Paris” (1.01)
Taylor Swift | Arlington, TX (10.5.18)
how am i supposed to be a stone cold bitch if i still believe that my stuffed animals have feelings
This love left a permanent mark, this love is glowing in the dark.
seven or epiphany?/betty or cardigan?/mirrorball or the 1?/tlgad or exile? seven or my tears richochet?/ august or this is me trying?/invisible string or cardigan? illicit affairs or mad woman?/hoax or peace?
that part in exile when bon iver goes “you never gave a warning sign” and taylor goes “i gave so many signs”
everyone shut up i’m thinking about troy bolton
girls can talk to me for free.. men? pull out ur wallet bitch
“you’re in love with a knife fight and his lips taste like gunpowder. his heart is a battlefield demanding attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy, but his love is like the whole world electric and the sun laid at your feet. he says: i’ll hurt you, and kisses you like someone who hates looking in mirrors. feral boy loves you with his claws tucked in. feral boy loves you without teeth, dreaming himself a labyrinth and handing you the sword. you knew how blood tasted on your tongue, but never from a fresh heart. he put it there, palms open, eyes slivered. this is the most precious thing you have ever been given. this is the most precious you have ever been made to feel. kiss him so hard your jaw aches. say:i am not afraid of the marks your hands will leave. touch me. the bruises from your mouth are the only ones i’ve ever welcomed.”
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when a sad boy loves an angry boy // natalie wee
(when an angry boy loves a sad boy)