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My insides are just fucking imploding.

When you’re texting someone in the same house and you can just hear their phone vibrate every time you hit send.

Hey cuties, here’s one more for good measure since I got my laptop back up and running.

Hey cuties, here’s one more for good measure since I got my laptop back up and running.

I’m wearing a dress. Feeling cool or whatever.

I’m wearing a dress. Feeling cool or whatever.

Sometimes you’re looking at new tunnels for your ears online at work and butt plugs flash across your screen.

out-of-spite:

Don’t change, you don’t have to listen, they’re telling you lies. No one can make you be anything other than what’s inside. It’s your life, where or not you see eye to eye. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re gonna be eaten alive. It’s gonna be a rough road, it’s gonna take some time. But it’s all there waiting for you, once you get to the opposite side. 

"The fact is, I think I could fall in love with anyone that shows me any attention. But no one will ever make me feel the way you did."

(via giraffevader)

red-lipstick:

Daniel Danger (b. Boston MA, USA) - Title with each Illustration.   Digital Arts

My cat has lost 6 pounds over the past three months and I’m so so proud of him.

dada4you:

Emma Hanquist

dada4you:

Emma Hanquist

Butt Hurt
I got to see two of my favourite bands. Tonight ruled.

Butt Hurt
I got to see two of my favourite bands. Tonight ruled.

behindpunkyo:

I write a lot. It’s mostly lies. I fall in love to pass the time. I never fit. I never tried. I need the struggle to feel alive. All I want are records on my stereo. I’m better off, baby, when I’m all alone. That’s a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I’m enough. I’m dying to know what it’s like. The sound is fucked, but I don’t mind. It’s wrong enough to feel alright. I think a lot. Like, all the time. I get in trouble when things get quiet. All I want are records on my stereo. I’m better off, baby, when I’m all alone. That’s a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I’m enough. I’m dying to know what it’s like.

Beach Slang - Dirty Cigarettes