'X' marks the spot.

ABOUT
yo. I'm 19.

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chauvinistsushi:

has vine gone to far

(Source: vinebox)

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princessaftbh:

nobody legitimately needs me and that’s a really shitty feeling

You need to be cold to be queen.

(Source: belleanima)

simsgonewrong:

Firefighter on fire got fired

simsgonewrong:

Firefighter on fire got fired

shanks-for-the-booty:

nico-ya:

this is like some kind of fucking sick fucking bad bad bad joke because fucking literally one fucking fucking piece of this motherfucking puzzle is fucking missing

Well then you better assemble your friends and find a worthy vessel because it looks like you’re on the path to finding tHE ONE PIECE.

shanks-for-the-booty:

nico-ya:

this is like some kind of fucking sick fucking bad bad bad joke because fucking literally one fucking fucking piece of this motherfucking puzzle is fucking missing

Well then you better assemble your friends and find a worthy vessel because it looks like you’re on the path to finding tHE ONE PIECE.

rneerkat:

wearing an outfit you like can make a day 10x better

When I first saw you I knew that meeting you would only lead to heartbreak and endless thoughts of you in my mind. I was always the girl that had nothing to do with you but you almost became everything to do with me. I hated you for your cold exterior but out reaching warmth. I hated how I was addicted to chasing you; an impossible mission that only a few could have achieved and how you brought my hidden sensitive side with such ease. Sometimes I wish I never met you. I would feel my entire body shaking at the thought of what would happen next simply because I had predisposed ideas of what would. I hated the advice of, “let him chase you” and “he wasn’t worth your time.” Because honestly as I’m hearing it all, I know the true story is that I wasn’t worth yours and you were worth every second of mine.

At the end of the day I really want to tell myself that I really don’t give a shit about you but can you tell me why I’d stare into my coffee, out the window, into the eyes of a stranger which all had nothing to do with you and still be filled with the idea that maybe you’d turn around and one day think of me too?

You’re not worth my 4 a.m. thoughts. You’re not worth it, you’re not worth it.

(Source: SENERII)

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