19th September 2014

Post reblogged from Peace and Love with 403,871 notes

fairhies:

If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat

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17th September 2014

Photoset reblogged from Isn't it Loveleigh? with 116,905 notes

itsstuckyinmyhead:

School and Tumblr photoset

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15th September 2014

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15th September 2014

Panorama reblogged from In the darkness, I will meet my creators with 166,885 notes

mama-marley:

skellertone:

the-almost-doctor:

ifuckingguess:

ravedm:

ahh when you click it :)))

holy shit what is that seriously

space. that is space.

The Sombrero galaxy

Seriously click it

mama-marley:

skellertone:

the-almost-doctor:

ifuckingguess:

ravedm:

ahh when you click it :)))

holy shit what is that seriously

space. that is space.

The Sombrero galaxy

Seriously click it

Source: lsdex

14th September 2014

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14th September 2014

Photoset reblogged from Peace and Love with 220,273 notes

fineas-and-pherb:

Best backstory. (x)

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14th September 2014

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calliestrider:

un-leash-ing:

egberts:

*goes to a party and awkwardly follows friend around the entire time*

*goes to a family reunion and awkwardly follows mom around the entire time*

*goes to hell and awkwardly follows satan the entire time*

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13th September 2014

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13th September 2014

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vvhitehouse:

awwww-cute:

Show off

THE LITTLE PAW SHOWING THROUGH THE BOWL IM WEAK

vvhitehouse:

awwww-cute:

Show off

THE LITTLE PAW SHOWING THROUGH THE BOWL IM WEAK

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13th September 2014

Quote reblogged from Words I Didn't Say with 281 notes

The first time you heard her say
That she wished she was dead,
Her face was crimson, twisted in anguish, and
Her cries echoed through the night.
You tried to forget what you just heard
And insisted she didn’t mean it;
She was just upset,
But the words had burned into your heart,
Branding them in a place you tried to forget.

But then months later the words reappeared;
Her eyes met yours and they were so dull,
So different from the way they used to sparkle and
Her voice never even wavered as she told you
How she could be buried six feet deep
And she just might be happier
Because god himself could not strike her with any curse
That would be more painful than
What was already coursing through her veins.

You wondered what had possibly happened
To take the bright, hopeful girl you knew
And replace her with this catatonic zombie that suddenly
Just appeared where she used to stand.
You watched her every move and at first
It didn’t seem to fit, that was, until you noticed
How she stopped eating like before
Or no longer checked both ways before crossing the street
Like she didn’t even care.

How could you have known she wanted to die,
When she still smiled and laughed
And looked just like she always had?
How could it be that your best friend,
Or sister or lover
Could feel like there wasn’t enough room
On this planet for her to fit,
Or enough love in everyone’s heart
For her to have some?

Suicide is not a stereotype // -STG (inksplatteredpages)