Small pupils

blein:

sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST 

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ursorum:

im trying not to judge books by their covers 

but

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notsiskysbusiness:

i’m not even sorry
thinner-thanthe-blade:

teen-dr1nker:

worse feeling ever to be asked this question by the one you love

omfg literally my bf and I a few weeks ago
recoveryofabrokenteen:

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suicidal-but-im-fine:

fuckedup—mentally:

stryker-the-unrecoverable:

I can already smell the gun powder. I can feel the bullet in my head. I can taste the blood. I can feel the emptiness of feeling down. 


the pain in his eyes, woah

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