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strandleben:

ssun—kissed:
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willthewriter:

 

well mannered boys who are into kinky shit behind closed doors

respectful boys who spank you til you’re bruised

calm boys who only lose it when someone else touches you

(via all-these-broken-hearts)

wickedclothes:

Wicked Clothes presents our latest item: the ‘Don’t Lose Sleep’ Sweater!
Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep.
Lions also get to use coupon code ‘SHIPFREE’ to get free shipping on all domestic orders! Buy one now!
Apr 19, 2014 / 1,392 notes

wickedclothes:

Wicked Clothes presents our latest item: the ‘Don’t Lose Sleep’ Sweater!

Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep.

Lions also get to use coupon code ‘SHIPFREE’ to get free shipping on all domestic orders! Buy one now!

be-a-serial-killer:

riverofbones:

vintage & models ❂

Vintage Paradise
Apr 19, 2014 / 296,018 notes
It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2.   (via rinsyo)

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Apr 19, 2014 / 91,253 notes

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 girlchoking)

(via secretswecouldnevertell)

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aureat:

"my parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat"
Apr 19, 2014 / 716 notes

aureat:

"my parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat"

(via 582-km)

be-a-serial-killer:

Vintage Paradise
Apr 17, 2014 / 442,093 notes
noahcaine:

Manhattan, New York City. January 2014.
Looking like Gotham.
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noahcaine:

Manhattan, New York City. January 2014.

Looking like Gotham.

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