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and you get a little heart <3 and you get a little heart <3 and you get a little heart <3

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gonna take a hot shower and put on a big t shirt and my undies and i’m gonna sit on the floor and color at my coffee table like im 6 years old again and then i’ll feel better

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*the fattest fucking sigh from the depths of my soul*

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im tired

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She comes from a romantic kind of darkness.

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Any kinks?

eternal devotion.

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wanna touch blogs

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a man to hold my hand through the aisles of a little bookstore

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“—who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed—”

— H. D., excerpt of “At Baia”, in Hymen (via antigonick)

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great conversations happen when two introverts open up

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“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.”

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via psych-facts)

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“‘You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,’ he said. ‘I wish I could follow you.’”

— Cassandra Clare (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)