sommarstorm:

Är det nu jag ska släppa taget och låta dig försvinna ur mitt liv för alltid??


natt-himmel:
Bästa jag läst i hela mitt liv

natt-himmel:

Bästa jag läst i hela mitt liv

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dulect:

"Describe your style" 

anything on sale

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brendon-urie-the-raging-homo:

yrmaw:

harrysgettinhead:

british people are so fucking cute

they called christmas lights ‘fairy lights’

they called sweaters ‘jumpers’

sneakers are ‘trainers’

they say ‘you alright/you ok’ instead of ‘how are you’

i quit

fuck off you condescending twat

Most British sentence I’ve ever heard

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lilkittygrl:

you-can-call-me-carl:

How come a girl can wear guys clothes and look cute or wear a suit and look hot, but when a guy wears a dress or a skirt it’s weird?

because our society thinks it’s degrading to be feminine

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zannablack:

superlockedinthephandom:

sarajust:

taggedbooty:

offlcer:

♫ it’s going down, i’m yelling Simba ♫

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TOO SOON

IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN 20 YEARS

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oh my god…

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"The world is most beautiful at 4 AM because people are asleep and nature is wide awake."

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"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"

— It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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purpleblimp:

“you’re going to have that tattoo for the rest of your life”

woah

really

are you serious

wow i

i had no idea thank you so much bless your soul

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prospect-euphoria:

lol made me pee.

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