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whitegirlblog:

Sweet Disposition by Temper Trap

(Source: air-lady)

Growing up, I took so many cues from books. They taught me most of what I know about what people did, about how to behave. They were my teachers and my advisors.
by Neil Gaiman. The Ocean at the End of the Lane. (New York: HarperCollins, 2013): 77. (via thesewindmills)

suicidewatch:

The Vaselines “Son Of A Gun”

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moonsilhouettes:

|| waiting in a car, waiting for a ride in the dark / the night city grows, look and see her eyes, they glow || midnight city - m83 ||

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le-gatsby:


He called me beautiful, then compared me to ecstasy. I asked him, “the drug or the word?”He answered, “the place”.

(Addie S. “untitled #13”)

societycalls:

The Front Bottoms//Twin Size Mattress- Studio acoustic Version 

It’s no big surprise you turned out this way.

When they close their eyes and prayed you would change
And they cut your hair, and sent you away
You stopped by my house the night you escaped
With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay
You said, “Hey man, I love you but no fucking way”

(via cat4strxphy)

fagblogger:

omg

Blue Valentine

sschol:

this is from spy kids

(Source: nasturbate, via vvokx)