Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
— (via fuckingz)
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Every day at the same time, she waits for him. He comes and they go for a walk.

Every day at the same time, she waits for him. He comes and they go for a walk.

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You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
— Colors. (via princess)
Reblogged from & American Honey
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
— (via dl0u)
Reblogged from & American Honey
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troyetroyetroye:

trxyesweater:

Two funny things

1. She has game. Like A LOT!!!

2. In the show he was literally the technology expert…

Iconic

This is why I like tumblr.

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My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right.
— I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)
I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care.
— (via sassyfag)
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Reblogged from my wishful thinking.
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
— (via 1112pm)