Sunday, June 9, 2013

Broken Hallelujiah.

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insidethevalley: earlier



insidethevalley:

earlier

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hymenopterror:  ♡ ♡ Y O U  K N O W  W H O  Y O U  A R E ♡ ♡



hymenopterror:

 ♡ ♡ Y O U  K N O W  W H O  Y O U  A R E ♡ ♡

langleav: History by Lang Leav 



langleav:

History by Lang Leav 

resistables: mikewaters: if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad...

resistables:

mikewaters:

if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be

#new life motto

i think this will be my graduation quote

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justafishinthesea1: Let's do some coke on a bible why don't we?



justafishinthesea1:

Let's do some coke on a bible why don't we?

You can't make homes out of human beings: 4211993: I'm cruel. I like to leave little pieces of me in people...

You can't make homes out of human beings: 4211993: I'm cruel. I like to leave little pieces of me in people...:

4211993:

I'm cruel. I like to leave little pieces of me in people lives. I wedge those pieces in places where they are inconvenient not for me, but for them. Like kissing them just before they're about to pay for the dinner bill. Indulging their "bad" vices and sharing my favorite cigarette brand, and making spliffs. Introducing them to books, films and music that make my heartache. Bringing them to beautiful places and kissing them in every corner imaginable. Bringing them to pick up flowers at random markets and tucking them behind their ear. I do these things because if I ever lost that person for good, the foundations of those things would never cross their mind without my name being written all over them. They would feel it deep inside of them every time they see a waiter coming their direction with the bill. Every time they visit the beach at night, or the lovely park with hills that looks a lot like Africa. A short pause in a store or car when that artist I introduced them to begins to play, and for a moment they swear that they can hear me humming along with it. When they go to pick out flowers for their significant other's anniversary, or birthday, and all they can think about is what I told them it meant, and my favorite flower. 

I'm the smell of summer, tobacco and weed, soft skin, teeth dragging along your bottom lip, and I'm cruel because I will be tattooed on your heart forever.

mariillustriousmakinami: having a problem you literally cant talk to anyone about

mariillustriousmakinami:

having a problem you literally cant talk to anyone about

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you are definitely not invited to my garden party

you are definitely not invited to my garden party

indoxyl: ☼



indoxyl:

contracept: following back heaps :)



contracept:

following back heaps :)

monicatramos: Trouble Sleeping. I made this a while back and...



monicatramos:

Trouble Sleeping.

I made this a while back and didn't mean for the guy to look like he's just rolling in place… but he is. 

steakbaby: zetus—lapenis: white lips pale face i wanna know how your dick tastes

steakbaby:

zetus—lapenis:

white lips pale face i wanna know how your dick tastes

nue: how are you supposed to talk about your feelings without sounding like a faggot

nue:

how are you supposed to talk about your feelings without sounding like a faggot

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