seinfelcl:

how dumb is it that we’ve created words we arent supposed to use

(via relahvant)

You loved me — then what right had you to leave me?  —Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.  —Unknown  (via wzu)

(Source: psych-facts, via drivehigh)

nevver:

I’m not here

nevver:

I’m not here

(via drivehigh)

clannyphantom:

you’re all a lot hotter than you think

(via seanp0donnell)

klrsten:

The most comfy position tbh

klrsten:

The most comfy position tbh

(Source: christopher-walken, via cutepotatoe)

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drugsandclothes:

Current mood

drugsandclothes:

Current mood

(Source: punk-, via youbethejudge)

Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.  —wow this made me sad. (via stay-ocean-minded)

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You go your way
I’ll go your way too
 —Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via larmoyante)
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?  —Mark Twain (via cigarattes)

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