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    blue steel bowling @midnight85

    blue steel bowling @midnight85

  2. 07:54 17th Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from myfirstpunkband

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  3. 09:31 15th Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from mutilatedmemories


    i refuse to be shamed for having a body. i refuse to get embarrassed when a tampon falls out of my purse or spend a whole day anxious about if someones going to notice that i forgot to shave a patch of leg hair. i wasnt put on this earth to spend my time apologizing for my existence and i refuse to let anyone make me feel like i have to waste my energy on all that petty shit

  4. 09:30

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  5. 08:59 14th Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from mutilatedmemories

    You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

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  6. 08:38

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    Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
    — Unknown (via suchvodka)

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  7. 02:06

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  9. 08:26 26th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from frankcrimes

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    you can always stay

  10. 07:22

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    Reblogged from mutilatedmemories

    Missing you comes in waves.

    Tonight I’m drowning.

    — Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)