cosmothefairy:

give me ur address and i’ll rate the way u sleep and the way you bathe

(via gnarly)

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sniffing:

i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect

(via cumfort)

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wishwewerealldead:

Lisa Rowe.

daintylolihime:

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem and makes you a shitty person

(via this-is--a-wasteland)

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words. (via hopelesslyhealing)

(Source: freckledhips, via this-is--a-wasteland)

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I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out. (via acrylic)

(Source: floweringo, via this-is--a-wasteland)

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I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground. (via ckgarden)

(Source: mental-slut, via this-is--a-wasteland)

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You waste your time questioning life instead of living life. When you order something and you say “Can I have?” instead of “I’ll have.” Before every act of impulse you ask, “Should I?” or “What if..?” Stop questioning, kid. If you keep on doubting throughout your whole life, on your death bed you’ll still be questioning “what could have been.” Do you want to die wondering? Or do you want to live entirely? stop questioning life, and live it. (via dumbwhitegirl)

(Source: xistant, via mix-tapes-and-mixed-fates)

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