Steph

Beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
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layonhands:

whitegirlsaintshit:

babefield:

it here

LAAAAAADIIIIEEEESSSSS!~!!!!!!!!

drake looking like he havin an out of body experience with her ass

This is for deb.

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Fact.

Witnessing either one of your parents cry is one of the hardest things to do. They were the ones who were held together and always so strong for you, and when you finally see them crack, you feel it in every bone in your body.

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aworldfullof-love:

First love, never forgotten.

aworldfullof-love:

First love, never forgotten.

UNLEASH THE FURYYY

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strictlygamee:

Charlie Day doppelganger: NBA player Josh McRoberts

thejaegercometh:

strictlygamee:

Charlie Day doppelganger: NBA player Josh McRoberts

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cr1me:

one of my favourite moments is when i’m sitting on a toilet completely drunk and i just smile and nod at myself in silence

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longlivefightingdragons:

thuqblr:

I must take selfies likes this one day

agreed, these are my favourite

longlivefightingdragons:

thuqblr:

I must take selfies likes this one day

agreed, these are my favourite

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loving him was
morning cigarette burns against your thighs softened by rough kisses, mismatched into the curve of your hips like an ancient statue, as if all he ever saw you as was broken and forgotten.

loving him was
empty love letters chained to your ankles, dragging you down with bittersweet words whenever you pulled yourself back up again only to fall into his embrace.

loving him was
drunk late night kisses knowing he does not love you, kisses inconsistent in the way they’d land on your lips like all he ever wanted to do was wash the poison out of his mouth and into your bloodstream.

loving him was
hands hanging against your ribs holding you in place while his eyes danced around your skin like a wandering ghost, never settling into the irises of your eyes like he always knew he was going to leave you.

Confession: “I loved him with all my heart, he left without an explanation.”// by rb (via rbcages)
Weeeee

Weeeee

Reblogged from hellanne
Ultimately, we will lose each other
to something. I would hope for grand
circumstance—death or disaster.
But it might not be that way at all.
It might be that you walk out
one morning after making love
to buy cigarettes, and never return,
or I fall in love with another …
It might be a slow drift into indifference.
Either way, we’ll have to learn
to bear the weight of the eventuality
that we will lose each other to something.
So why not begin now, while your head
rests like a perfect moon in my lap …?
Why not reach for the seam in this …
night and tear it, just a little, so the falling
can begin? Because later, when we cross
each other on the streets, and are forced
to look away, when we’ve thrown
the disregarded pieces of our togetherness
into bedroom drawers and the smell
of our bodies is disappearing like the sweet
decay of lilies—what will we call it,
when it’s no longer love?
Tishani Doshi, "Love Poem" (via versteur)

(Source: hellanne, via drawstringtrash)

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disvalue:

all i think about is sex and what i am going to eat next

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mrgolightly:

Nicki Minaj - Anaconda

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