March 2012
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“(How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via spindling, growing-orbits)
MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM
PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR TV SO I CAN WATCH DANCE MOMS IN MY ROOM.
I feel like I’m not allowed to spend any time for myself any more.
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You mean to tell me that you took two turns in his direction, brushing your nose against his shoulder blades each time, and you never saw him coming? Well than I mean to call you a liar. Or an ignorant fool; either way you can pick your poison. You don’t make a deal with those kinds of people, those demons, and claim to not see them coming. A fool. You’re a fool. You have a complete...
bone-ly:
One cut, Two cut, Three cut, Four. Stop fucking up you fucking whore.
