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kushandwizdom:

Teen quotes

















"Who were you before they broke your heart"

My mother  (via lipstick-bullet)

I don’t remember

(via kitaab-e-dil)


kriskenshin:

she-wants-the-d-eanwinchester:

infinite-angels:

hinterland-x:

ppessimistin:

sightless-behavior:

floorcatcher:

sightless-behavior:

4lienmatt:

sightless-behavior:

Guys I’m crying omg I was drunk please stop reblogging this

They want it to stop…..we reblog it to the extreme

No no no lol please don’t

Forever reblog until 2017

O my god no

i cant stop laughing 

until 2017

only 3 more years.

we can reblog while we wait for Sherlock series 4.

cimage








reel-friends:

totally forgot to post this oops











"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."

(via forebidden)


im gonna be hot in a few years i swear





lets-be-alone-t0gether:

Neck Deep





"toska [tohs-kah]"

(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”  (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)