"I broke my rules for you, isn’t that enough?"

Unknown. (via ajeebinsaan)

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"Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer grows you."

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Claire’s Knee (1970)

Claire’s Knee (1970)

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"Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."

Sylvia Plath. (via deaths-and-entrances)

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plurpackage:

Rest In Paradise <3

plurpackage:

Rest In Paradise <3

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inbox:

why do teapots scream like wtf shut the hell up you piece of shit

If it screams it’s not just a teapot… it’s actually a teakettle. Thank you, that is all.

(via cumfort)

"When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking."

Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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Say Anything – Walk Through Hell (Rare) (4,941 plays)

Alternative Press- Play Volume 1: Back To School

Note: Rare version of ‘Walk Through Hell’ only released on this record.

(Source: sayanythingtrax, via maxbemis)

I am entirely miserable, I need to get unstuck.

feedmyaddictionnow:

kingofwesteros:

Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.

THIS IS BRILLIANT

feedmyaddictionnow:

kingofwesteros:

Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.

THIS IS BRILLIANT

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The Menzingers – Burn After Writing (2,261 plays)

mattiematt7:

What I’d give to force your sigh
What I’d give to see you cry
What I’d give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor
Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles and four years
I can’t fight the flame; it burns

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