Well hey there. Glad you’re not dead.

Well hey there. Glad you’re not dead.

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funniest10k:

Don’t touch me!!



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no regrets, just love: Pour a little salt. We were never here.

unlikeyouiamnotpretending:

We’re all made from the same stuff.

It took a penis and vagina to create our little bodies. We’ve got the same atoms fused together to make our protective layer. There is the same marrow in our bones, the same sand between our toes. Our chests move up and down in a slow rhythm with our organs….

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smokeweed-eatyogirl:

I want this kind of relationship.

smokeweed-eatyogirl:

I want this kind of relationship.

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gaksdesigns:

Artist Rashad Alakbarov uses suspended translucent objects and other found materials to create light and shadow paintings on walls. (via)

gaksdesigns:

Artist Rashad Alakbarov uses suspended translucent objects and other found materials to create light and shadow paintings on walls. (via)

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Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you’re ugly. Because you’re not good enough. You counted all your flaws from head to toe, to punish and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out, actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don’t want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you’re the happiest ray of sun shine. But nobody knows, that at night when you’re alone, you break down and just cry.

lalalovelyyy:

all the time……

lalalovelyyy:

all the time……

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I go out and I sit down at a table set for two, and finally I’m forced to face the truth, I’m not over you.

You are one of God’s mistakes, You crying, tragic waste of skin, I’m well aware of how it aches , And you still won’t let me in. Now I’m breaking down your door, To try and save your swollen face , Though I don’t like you anymore, You lying, trying waste of space..

Before our innocence was lost, You were always one of those , Blessed with lucky sevens , And the voice that made me cry . My Oh My.

You were mother nature’s son , Someone to whom I could relate , Your needle and your damage done, Remains a sordid twist of fate. Now I’m trying to wake you up , To pull you from the liquid sky , Coz if I don’t we’ll both end up , With just your song to say goodbye. My Oh My.

A song to say goodbye, A song to say goodbye , A song to say…

Before our innocence was lost, You were always one of those, Blessed with lucky sevens, And the voice that made me cry.

It’s a song to say goodbye.

I’m tired of this fuckery. Humans are just a shitty species.