there will come a time, you'll see.
Sometimes I stop and think about the things I really love: theater, art, poetry, music, death, make-up, tea, and laughter. Then it hits me.
These things are superficial, and I realize the only thing that I do admire in this world.. is love itself.

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 deceased.
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writing-away:

isn’t it ironic
how we kill
flowers
because we
think that
they are
beautiful

(via psychteens)

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yzma:

yeah childbirth is bad but have u knelt on a piece of lego

(via cumfort)

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not-photogenic:

is nobody going to talk about josh peck’s vines

(via rosevests)

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Anonymous:  why no sleep

bc sunburn

and my mind.