Kiss With A Fist

I broke your jaw once before
I spilled your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So sit back and watch the bed burn

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krrristen:

neptunian haze
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mariimoostashe:

arabacusplex:

i’m not even confused about my sexuality i just don’t really give a shit

My sexualily is, yes.

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paxamyears:

why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back 

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An accurate representation of my social skills

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ohsaratopia:

thistimeitsuptoyou:

We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….

This guy knows his shit on how to kiss a girl.

Holy shit this guy deserves all the head in the world

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mistletoevests:

why are bras and period products so fucking expensive okay this shit pisses me off, it’s not like i asked for boobs or for my vagina to destroy itself every month

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"Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible."

- ― Francis of Assisi (via psych-quotes)

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vanjalen:

i love every part of this

The Most Beautiful Suicide
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure. The serenity of McHale’s body amidst the crumpled wreckage it caused is astounding. Years later, Andy Warhol appropriated Wiles’ photography for a print called Suicide (Fallen Body).

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