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Please don't kill yourself, I love you! <3

While you're here, welcome to the land of mixed up and confused. As you go, you will find the inner workings of my drugged and drunken mind.
I'm not your normal girl, I'm addicted to the bad things.I'm not the type of person to stay in one place for long periods of time. But please, enjoy your stay!

A wise man once told me "It's better to burn out than fade away."
Peace. Love. Empathy. ~ Kurt Cobain
dogsihavepet:

Angie is a therapy dog who comes into the library and lets kids read to her so that kids who are struggling with reading can gain confidence. Every time I’ve seen her in the library she’s always wagging her tail for the kids and is very attentive.

dogsihavepet:

Angie is a therapy dog who comes into the library and lets kids read to her so that kids who are struggling with reading can gain confidence. Every time I’ve seen her in the library she’s always wagging her tail for the kids and is very attentive.


teppelin:

i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact.


prostitourettes:

why cant i just plug myself into a charger


the-brutal-live-well:

Tony (Pierce The Veil) &amp; Alex (All Time Low)

the-brutal-live-well:

Tony (Pierce The Veil) & Alex (All Time Low)


zackisontumblr:

if you want to challenge yourself just listen to every song on your ipod without skipping any


Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via psych-facts)

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