February 2012
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January 2012
10 posts
ok, i don’t know how to use this..
-slowly clicks the ‘x’ at the corner of the browser-
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
“don’t ever leave the one you love for the one you like; because the one...”
– i have no idea
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i wish i were a unicorn who pooped butterflies, and lived in a magical land with nothing but rays of sunshine and fairies. who am i kidding, don’t we all?
<-it’s true, better believe it.
Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die; I’m not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight, I want the pain of payment. What’s left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my...
