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I don’t hate anyone or anything the way I hate myself. 

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  • 4 weeks ago: single
  • 3 weeks ago: single
  • 2 weeks ago: single
  • Last week: single
  • Next week: single
  • Next month: single
  • Next year: single
  • Next decade: single
  • For the rest of eternity: single
Dedicated to a certain someone

Dedicated to a certain someone

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“I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via ghostwalls)

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every second of every day…

every second of every day…

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But seriously why do things that are supposed to be fun give me so much anxiety?!

Love these tats!

Love these tats!

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“This morning, with her, having coffee.”

Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. + (via moonandmoon)

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…and then leaving

…and then leaving

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dyinginback:

I think I could run away without a sound.

but where to go…

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“Maybe you will always be, just a little out of reach”

Guster, Satellite 
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