You always have that one follower who attacks your notifications in the middle of the night and goes through your blog, reblogging everything in sight.

And you’re just like:

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Move on on We Heart It.

Anonymous said: oh lawl then wut did u do?

Something I’m never doing again 😬

Anonymous said: holy crapola! u did crack?!?!?!?!

I didn’t do crack

I think I did too much coke

Anonymous said: aaaaaaah dont die beautiful :-(

I might

Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

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I cared once. Fucked me up.

I felt both wildly, piercingly glad to be alive and also like I did not know what to do with the life I now held in my hands. It was as if someone had handed me the moon, and what does one do with the moon? What does one do with a life when one had expected to be dead?

Marya Hornbacher (via wanduring)

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everything you love is here


everything you love is here

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i want to wear your hoodies and stay up talking about the universe with you until 3 am and i want to hold your hand and kiss your face and hug you when im sad and have marathons of our favourite shows 


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Watching the world pass by…


Watching the world pass by…

Is it so incredibly selfish,” she thought, “to want to be someone’s favourite person?

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #56 (via blossomfully)

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