I think I keep telling myself you never loved
me at all because it is far less terrifying a
prospect than the possibility you did, you truly
did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular
reason, you stopped.
Beau Taplin || How I sleep at night.  (via afadthatlastsforever) Jul 23rd / 5,484 notes †

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kosmotis:

do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.

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I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care. Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again) Jul 23rd / 73,790 notes †

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elflizard:

Best $1.85 I have ever spent.

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Keke Palmer geting emotional in an interview with Raven Symone (x)

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virginitity:

a true hero

virginitity:

a true hero

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We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via larmoyante) Jul 22nd / 5,048 notes †

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