Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via suspend)

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thequeenvevo:

marrying someone just because they’re rich has got to be the most shallow thing ever I can’t wait to do it

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yourehidingfrommenow:

domdean:

cuntakinte:

I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut

I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin

you will never know which of these two statements reign true for people who reblogs this and that bothers me

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I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.
Unknown (via vonmoire)

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He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.

Unknown (via c-oquetry)

THISS

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So I took it out on myself
boys-and-suicide (via boys-and-suicide)

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The biggest mistake you can make is holding onto someone who has already let you go.