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Bless your heart

rb to give the previous person a fucking break because life aint life-ing the way its supposed to life and it fucking sucks.

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Come find me

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA YALL SLEPT ON THISSSSSS

“Anyone can do anything they want at any given moment and this knowledge is enough to make anyone crazy”

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no offense but i just…. want silence everything is too loud and too much

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“Every day that you feed me with hate, i grow stronger.”

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Hello? Is anybody out there?

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imagine preparing a meal w your lover in the home y’all made into a sanctuary together and you’re chopping up some vegetables or stirring a pot and you feed them a carrot or gently spoon some soup in their mouth to check if it needs more salt.. ... . ... yea .love is real i promise

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“A guy can only dream”

“He drew her very tenderly close and their lips met like starved hearts.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, At Your Age (via loveage-moondream)

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IVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR 15 WHOLE MINUTES PLEASE-

THIS IS A CRIME

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“i want a boyfriend”, no you want to exchange handwritten love letters with a dead romantic era composer, don’t settle for less

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((Someone send HALP I wanna marry Frederic Chopin 😭😭😭😭

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Was thinking about whether i should post this or not and i guess i chose to do it :-)

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Arthur was getting ready for the day. He washed up, then picked out some comfortable clothes. Usual stuff. He sighs s he slips on his shoes. Suddenly there was a knocking at the door. It was a stranger. He was taken aback. He wasn't used many people knocking on his door, let alone somebody as becoming as this. Not anybody ever. He put on a happy face.

“H-hi there, I’m Arthur.” He greeted. “To what do i owe the pleasure?”

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If i wrote a fic would anybody read it?

Your’s truly, Artie