ive been saying “ill get off the computer in a sec” for the last 10 years

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They asked me for drugs, so I told them about your smile. —Unknown  (via quiet-hippie)

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it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm

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God damn, Jack Kilmer

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it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely. —unknown (via canhappenlove)

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Tom and Oli Sykes

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next. —(via bl-ossomed)

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Fucking dead.

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Artist Name: Linda Ellell

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