Romantic idea : kill me
im cute as hell, which is incidentally where i came from
the well of suffering…take a fucking sip babes
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“Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count. The most popular people in school are dead. Everybody is sad, but it’s a weird kind of sad. Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, Ram a brain. I don’t know what it’s given me but I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with JD. Are we going to prom or to hell?”
Heathers (1988)
(via caffeinatedvagitarian)
i know when that hotline bling
90548208: freemsg
your next bill payment is due 10/18/15.
the day has come
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you know what i’ve decided that i’m not going to like boys anymore. i’ve had enough them and their dumb faces. their voices. their bodies. their hot hot bodies. boys are hot. i love boys
masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.
me @ dinner parties
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me: *didnt have an attitude*
“and don’t get that attitude w/ me”
me: ok well i didn’t have an attitude but now. now u r in for some shit
(via blackened-by-sadness)
when u touch an unaware cat and they make that small surprised sound reblog if u agree
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