Home Of The Free, The Sick, & The Depraved.

This is a bit of sweet stuff from the guy that asked me out tonight.

❤

I felt like Jenna Marbles today when I had a kitten in my shirt.

Alcohol and chocolate.

Hnnngfffgh

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I’m lonely and want someone to talk to but at the same time I want to be left alone.

And my uterus is cramping and I want to be skinny but I never will and it’s just making me sad..

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pansypunx:

remember when i thought i only liked boys

remember when i thought i only liked girls

remember when i was under the delusion that my sexuality was anything that could be explained without getting extremely flustered and ending up shouting “I DON’T FUCKING KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE CUTE AND IT MAKES ME UPSET”

(via rad1calcunt)

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teppelin:

i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact

(via ravejohnson)

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mindofoblivion:

Have you ever hear someone tell you how they forlorn your kiss? Those lips of yours which brings such passion to her body? Like a spell you cast had stained her soul, for a piece of you are her’s now.

I wish there was someone who did.

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i can’t imagine someone ever looking at me and getting butterflies that just doesn’t happen

(Source: n0vi, via luminousrogue)

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gonks:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies.
Lonely are the sufferers.

yongmuney:

this is an appreciation post for anyone who has ever tolerated me

(via thewabberwocky)

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Just remember: if you can’t believe in yourself, believe in me, because I believe in you. Kyle Kohler

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Just give me a place in your arms and the soothing sound of This Will Destroy You on repeat..

I swear, I’ll be in bliss and utter peace, all night long.

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