January 2012
16 posts
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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“Hold my hands and we’ll fly to a place of our own.”
Jan 27th
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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“Got balls to kpkb on sms, no balls to pick up the phone LOL. Ooooook, girls...”
Jan 20th
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Jan 20th
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My mind is breaking From thoughts that’s crushing Stop blaming my perception for your deceptions The day is as dark as the night, The silence too piercing to bear. We would fly, amongst the stars If you would take off with me The lights we held on to, A touch too gentle to forget. Would you even notice, That I have already left those soft eyes, red lips, and a night to remember.
Jan 17th
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Jan 17th
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Jan 17th
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“It’s a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier, healthier life....”
– Grey’s Anatomy (via runawaytrain)
Jan 15th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 10th
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Jan 2nd
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Jan 2nd
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December 2011
28 posts
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
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“Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love....”
Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Wut just realised i reblogged 2 same photos weeks apart… shows that my taste is still my taste. if that even make any sense at all
Dec 17th
Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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“Guys have many options, girls have many options too. That’s why...”
Dec 14th
Dec 3rd
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Dec 3rd
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November 2011
12 posts
Nov 30th
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Nov 30th
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Nov 29th
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ambedo
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
Nov 29th
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