Taylor. 21. Buffalo.
Taylor. 21. Buffalo.
May 30, 2012
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(Source: deceptiion, via keleemurry)
May 29, 2012
May 23, 2012
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"Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high."
- E. L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey. (via than-words)
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May 19, 2012
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Submitted by l0st-in-translation
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(Source: peachypackrat, via fromhallieisabelwithlove)
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(via fromhallieisabelwithlove)
May 18, 2012
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It’s not fair because you’re supposed to be with me.
Laying together till real late, not the kind of late where it’s just starting to get dark. The kind of late where the sun’s coming up, and the birds are letting you know that you, yeah you’ve stayed up a little too late. We were supposed to do that. Supposed to go on vacations, play in the sand, play in the water, play in the sheets. You and I were supposed to make hot summer memories. I don’t even know what you look like in the summer. There are a million things we were supposed to do together, but you weren’t supposed to go away. Now I waste my time alone, instead of wasting it with you. Now I shower alone, when I was supposed to be showering with you. Now I sleep alone, when I’m supposed to be sleeping with you. I wake up and it’s sunny, and I walk outside and the sun tingles my skin, but it was supposed to tingle with you. You made everything better. You made everything so much more worth it. It’s not fair because all of these things were supposed to be with you. All of them.
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Scumbag Brain
(via rasouli)
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Iain Pears, The Dream of Scorpio
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Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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OMG
i can haz?
(Source: nic-0tinee, via suspension-0f-disbelief)
May 16, 2012
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"Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought."
- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via mirroir)
(Source: saturday-night-hemorrhagic-fever, via mirroir)
