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— Reyna Biddy (via nyu-tah)

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marigoled:

no offense but what’s it like to be skinny and have anything you wear be “a look”

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albertothechihuahua:

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

ehh what the hell

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

Oh? Well… *reblag*

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

(via sub-urbanspaceprincess)

Friends?
Unfathomable.

How you tricked me into believing that the physicality did not matter.
That this new platform of “relationship”, is true- is real. And how the distance were just steps that could be taken once we were ready to be closer. To touch.
But the plan changed.
I believed you.
I believed that I could be myself.
I believed you could be you.
I believed in us.
What is age but a number, I was told. Nothing. A fragment of our superficial imagination.
It is nothing.

We enter into a verbal contract our minds can understand and can make sense of; our hearts fall silently into a trap, which they cannot escape.

The weakest heart wins.

You coaxed me to reveal me- and I did. I writhed in truths and discarded all lies.
I believed you loved me and you wanted the same.
We were flawed but we were perfect.
And then you burned it- my belief.
You burned the hope you had planted in me-
that we could fashion a bond so unique it was impermeable.

The snakes did not slither through; their liquid lies could not flow through.

You took your fist and destroyed the barrier you built around my heart… The fence I had created so nobody else could take your place.
Gardening a spot so the thought of loving you could be real- a virtual reality come true.
You almost had me. We almost made it. I almost loved you.
I cannot believe you would rather live singularly than in sync with me.
How can all the monuments of beauty we have created be demolished by three lines?
Are we not strong?
No.
We are weak.
We are broken.

Be yourself, you told me. Make me stronger, you coaxed me.
And look at us now, torn.
Look at me now.
Friends?
How?