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Yeah sex is cool but have you ever woken up in the middle of the night only to realize that you can still sleep for a few more hours

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Astrology is basically stereotyping people based on their birthday

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crush, if it is?

We all know you ain't good neither is she,

But if its true love then no one can guarantee

Let's see if it is hatred or jealousy,

Can't blame anyone because it wasn't me

I pull back my sanity as we both plan a sweet revenge,

We never be good enough for each other and i know we'll never change

Scroll down to your latest timeline its prolly me needs to check you up

About your day, your mind, even about your yesterday's favorite ketchup

So tell me how do you sleep without my hand against to yours?

The last thing i know i'm still hoping for the best as her chest get close into yours,

And here i go again writing about you today,

*tick tock tick tock*

I'm trying here to imply,

about all the conversation we never talk

about all the dramas we wouldn't care

and as i skim my mind i probably got stuck

in my fantasies that remains to you and i

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yes, yes you do

Than any boy you’ll ever meet 

Sweetie you had me

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sensors soon <3

✿ “like” if you wanna use/ dê “like” se vai usar don’t repost/não reposte ✿

c: @killawliet

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it's 2am in the morning.

Since i never loved you that much, i feel so strange when i had to call your name in every time i got my estrogen in the highest level.

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x

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Gumbo Loves Carrying His Baby Shrimp Everywhere He Adventures (Source: https://ift.tt/2qUs37A)

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I hate how addicted I get to anything that makes me feel anything

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Frida (2002)

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Bande à part (1964)

The Dreamers (2003)

Jules et Jim (1962)

Les Amours Imaginaires (2010)

Les Chansons D’amour (2007)

Y Tu Mamá También (2001)

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“‎If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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my cozy room in the middle of manhattan pt. 3, summer in the city

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Studio apartment

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