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VOTE KAYA SCODELARIO for the VIRGIN MEDIA TV AWARDS

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|—☣—|       "Me either. I just kind of go with the flow. Go to parties every night, get fucked up," she shrugged, leaning back against the wall. She lit another cigarette, bringing it to her lips, taking a long drag. "You want one?" she held out the pack to him before continuing with the previous thoughts, "Life is shit, honestly. Everything is an illusion."

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|—☣—|       Effy stood up, leaning back against the wall. She took out a small packet, filled with the white powder, pouring some into the palm of her hand before handing it to Spencer. Pressing her finger against one side of her nose, she brought her hand up, snorting up the substance. The back of her hand brushed against the underside of her nose, taking off any extra residue, "I'm Effy, by the way. Thought that might be important to tell you, considering I'm sharing my drugs with you."

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|~❖~|       Happiness is an illusion; isn’t it? You’re never really happy for a long period of time and then it’s just ripped from you. I’m beginning to believe happiness doesn’t even exist. I just wish I felt happy again. It’s like, when you start life, your happiness level is on one hundred percent, but then as you grow older, it continues to slowly decrease, depending on the amount of damage you’ve received from death in families/friends, heartbreaks, back-stabbings, abandonment, blah blah blah; until it just wears you down completely. 

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|—☣—|       "Fucking hate waking up."

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Crackship gifs for Logan Lerman & Kaya Scodelario Requested by Anonymous

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I want to feel something.

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|—☣—|       Effy nodded her head, tilting it to the side. The corners of her mouth tugged into a smug smirk. He was definitely different, but he seemed like he knew how to have a good time. "I have cocaine.. if you do that type of shit, that is." It had become a normal routine lately for Effy to offer people she just met some of her stash -- even invite them to dance, drink, go to clubs, parties -- although it might not be completely safe, she didn't have anyone that would ultimately care if something happened to her. It was her and no one else. But anyone could see that under her hard shell, she just wanted someone to love her.

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I'm going to go on my other account for a little, and on my personal.