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still do not hear us calling for them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time
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#tumblr grunge#grunge#grunge revival#2014 grunge#2015 grunge#arctic monkeys#lana del rey#the 1975#marina and the diamonds#skins#effy stonem#american horror story
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#tumblr grunge#grunge#grunge revival#2014 grunge#2015 grunge#arctic monkeys#lana del rey#the 1975#marina and the diamonds#skins#effy stonem#american horror story
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#tumblr grunge#grunge#grunge revival#2014 grunge#2015 grunge#arctic monkeys#lana del rey#the 1975#marina and the diamonds#skins#effy stonem#american horror story
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#tumblr grunge#grunge#grunge revival#2014 grunge#2015 grunge#mary kate olsen#ashley olsen#mary kate and ashley#arctic monkeys#lana del rey#the 1975#marina and the diamonds#skins#effy stonem#american horror story
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#tumblr grunge#grunge#grunge revival#2014 grunge#2015 grunge#arctic monkeys#lana del rey#the 1975#marina and the diamonds#skins#effy stonem#american horror story
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top 10 jobs girls want
1. lady of the lake
2. eternal muse
3. letterboxd critic
4. rockstars girlfriend
5. calico critters collector
6. passenger princess
7. haunted painting
8. mermaid
9. spotify playlist curator
10. sofia coppolas protagonist
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he never drove fast nor was he twice my age. he might not have spoken in poetry but he did make me laugh and his mom would always ask about me. he hated when i’d smoke but he’d still light my cigarettes. i’d tell him stories of my childhood home and the ghosts that wait for me to come back. i’d show him all my best hiding spots that only those i really loved knew about. he had so much love in his heart that i decided to make it my home. but i guess somewhere along the line he decided he didn’t want to know me anymore. i think he got tired of cleaning the blood off my knees. in his mind, i was some tragedy waiting to be fixed, but this type of sadness can never be fixed. once you’re the sad girl, you don’t get to be anything else. so now he makes some other girl with eyes as brown as mine laugh. she isn’t a tragic character. she never gets scraped up knees or tastes like smoke. she’s the one who comes with a nice cookie cutter ending. the one that plays at the end of a hallmark movie. but sometimes he’ll look at his passenger seat and remember that one summer when my laugh was his favorite sound in the whole world
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ending the year by reinventing myself (again)
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