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Is it me or hannah from 13 reasons why sounds and look like tessa from after ??

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Wait if i'm serving cunt and ur serving cunt , then who's driving the FUCKING CAR ⁉️

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🗣️: with ur black hair, u look like a baratheon

How i look:

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Me when olivia cooke:

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the ache,

I can still feel it. The warmth of the sun, the smell of the rain, the sound of our laughs. I can still feel that day, the lights on your face even though the sun didn't reach it. It was yours, that light, that essence, that life, it was ours. But it wasn't enough. Craving you was a tragedy. A beautiful one, filled with pain and broken hearts. How cruel of you to make such an atrocious feeling so vividly lovely, so addictive for me to keep sane. And for all the tears and the hurts, I turned you into poetry to remember you. to remember that day, that feeling, that ache. Maybe it was never meant to be, or maybe it was. we will never know as that day perished beneath the suffocating pressure of death. She's here, waiting, looking, admiring my pain, thinking that she never saw something as beautiful as this. The agony, the misery. Sobbing and shaking on The Dirty floor. Begging and calling for you to answer. it was too late. now it's your turn to Remember Me. but it will pass, as all things do. 

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𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝓈

sorry english isn't my first language.

She gave birth to her sorrows, her dreams, and her misery. But what she didn't expect was for him to bear her face, her magnificent green eyes. her clear tears, her soft cries.

As the years passed by, she found comfort in his sadness, art in his pain, but she couldn't confess her sins. undesired child that everybody torments, undesired child who reached for his undesired mother. Isn't it strange that they both need each other.

like mirrors, they reflect what could have happened in another life, another universe.

Looking at him was a curse; cursing him was a blessing; watching him bleed was a tragedy, but how much more of a tragedy her life could be.

Forced to be a mother, she tried to understand that it wasn't his fault, that he was a child, but so is she, and why could he have a good childhood when she couldn't.

Guilt ate her alive, but his suffering was so refreshing to watch; his sobs a music to her ears, yet one thing was for sure: she loved him like he was herself. 

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the seats are empty, the theater is dark, why do you keep acting ?

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Inej Ghafa moodboard made by me <3

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And for an instant, I wished to be the canvas instead of the brush, for you to paint me like the girl of your dreams.