In memory of innocence.
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Her body is just an empty shell; her soul a broken entity of sorts, lying in all kinds of funny on her bedroom floor laced with the tears of an insomniac.

Her life is a matted hue of earl grey splattered with the blood she’d spilled when her heart shattered into irreparable millions.
shutyourwhisperingeye:

Oh Singapore if only the rest of the world knew how you look outside of this location.

shutyourwhisperingeye:

Oh Singapore if only the rest of the world knew how you look outside of this location.

not-anywhere:

chieps:

petite-choufleur:

purdaldoo:

mochaturtle:

tacotheshark:

lesbohontas:

restoremyfateinthese:

dying

OH MY GOD!!

when is it okay to kiss someone? “when they’re rich”

“…even if she looks like a truck.”

Best

“There sure would be a lot of kids to explain”

KELVIN

“I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.” 

craig is me 

seriously I laughed way too much at what derrick said. And also I love what camille said hehe that was pretty sweet =;v=.
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Have you ever watched your friends from afar and realized they seem happier without you.

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Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84. (via dollsandshit)
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