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I have a, shall we say, morbid personality.

Novala Takemoto, Missin’ (Novel)

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I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fckmefreedom)

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No, fuck you. I was worth it.

and I’m still worth it // R.R. (via done)

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if yall dont reblog this at least once today yall fucking up

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Similar to the idea of Where’s Waldo, a Tumblr page called Subtle Dildo is posting random, ordinary pictures with a special hidden object. Can you find the dildo?


being high or drunk in public like

imagethey know”

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Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it

no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1

keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under

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