Kind of want to die, kind of want to be loved.
Source: fuckeverythingandsociety
The end
much love to you all, thanks for letting me be part of your life. I’ll see you in heaven someday.
You run a tattoo parlor. Every couple of weeks, the same customer comes in, always requesting the same tattoo: an additional tally mark on an ever-growing cluster of tally marks.
“what are you counting”
“how many tattoos i’ve gotten”
“i’m no longer serving you”
(via unclefather)
Friend: I have a job, a car and I’m doing really well in school, what about you?
Me:
(via unclefather)
(via efeminist)
I can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n ever
(via efeminist)
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