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“I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.”
– Marianna Paige (via ghostbeing)
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“Be thankful for every heartbreak, for they were planned. They come into your...”
– (via thelovewhisperer)
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intersectionalityis4lovers: don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’ or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’
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zombiex3: agoraph0bia: i’ve grown so unattached from people like i could literally move across the country tomorrow and not give a shit about leaving anyone except for like 3 people aint that the truth, i dont really have friends here anymore..
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“Life is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful and Damned (via mirroir)
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“How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?”
– Laurel Hoodwrit (via neopiacentral)
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1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
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"Oh wow, you're up early!"
sodamnrelatable: “Who said I slept?”
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