TODAY'S WEATHER WILL CONTAIN:

Pouring intestines. This unladylike gentlewoman is called Simone V. She's 16 years old, lives in nowhere (aka Sweden) and that's about that. This blog'll give you more.

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As close to sex on a still-picture without actual sex on it as you can possibly get.

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High on caffeine, mate. 

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New Album, New Style, New Era. Yes, please.

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Make GIFs on gifyo!

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Classy.

P.s. It's juice. And the fireworks aren't real either. And I'm not really a girl. D.s.

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Δ

I can hold my breath for over one minute But one more minute of this breathing will be my death

[domsebastian]

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wow, reblog, händer aldrig.

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gaygaygaygaygaygay :3

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Så jävla vackert.

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Δ Gosh, Merlin is coming.

The time has come for all our favorite TV-shows to return. How I Met Your Mother, Vampire Diaries - and Merlin.

Merlin, oh, Merlin. How I've missed you and I need you in my life. Come and turn my days to nights and---

Well, I am in obviously in need of a big Merlin-dose. Just burying myself in pillows and blankets, the rain pouring down outside my window and a huge cup of tea in my hands. Gorgeous.  

Autumn in all its honour; it's the TV-shows we really love.

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Damn, damn girl; you do it well. (& I thought you were innocent.)

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I'm the jam. I don't know why anybody wouldn't want to butter their bread with me.

Lisa, ANTM (They just keep on coming!)

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I have a lot of acquaintances, but I have no friends. And I don't really care, actually. Well ... Yeah, I do.

Susanna, ANTM (The quotes are basically the reason i watch this.)

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Δ The sickness of health.

I've been sick for the last couple of days and it has been horrible. I have been on the verge of crying out of frustration every second, because while I'm not sick enough to sleep through the whole thing, I am in too much pain to live. I am also in too much pain to sleep, which means that the whole ill-experience is magnified. I truly get 24/7 unwellness.

But as it slowly passes and I start to regain my health, I notice something terrifying.

I already knew that I tend to make better art - may it be lyrics or literature or music or just painting - when I am dead tired or drunk. This last week, I have also come to the conclusion that fever hallucinations and doziness is doing it for me as well! I have written too songs, that are really good. (For me. Good for being me, I hope you anderstand.)

And I now find myself at a crossrode. Shall I rejoice at the end of this illness or am I too fear the sickness of health?

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REBLOG LIKE CRAZY!