Karina Stephaniee.

Oct 13

“And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.” — I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

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“They all say “tell me your secret”, she says “tell me your story”. They wanted to expose my heart, she wanted to explore my soul.” — ducklingblack (via wordsnquotes)

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“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.” — Joan Bauer (via sylphism)

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Sep 20



If your name is on one of these I just wanna let you know your parents are basic bitches with no creativity


Sounds like someone’s sad they couldn’t find their name on a coke bottle

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My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.

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“How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?” — (via serenamrx3)

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“Every nerve in my body could be damaged or numb, and I’d still be able to feel you.” — Anonymous  (via cygnie)

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“we were
and then we weren’t
sometimes people fall asleep in love
and wake up empty
sometimes people fall asleep
and don’t wake up at all
and it hurts
until it doesn’t
and you don’t always feel it at first
but when you feel it
oh god do you feel it
and sometimes we bleed ourselves
dry before we can feel okay again
and sometimes the scars don’t fade
like the doctor said they would
and i know sometimes I come home
with my knees torn apart and
lips that look like cherries
but taste like blood
and one day I’ll be spitting up your
name and I won’t be able to taste
anything but you
and you
and you
and I can’t stop my heart from beating so
fast that I collapse on the ground trying
to catch my breath
and I can’t fall asleep knowing that I
might wake up and not be yours
because tonight we are
but who knows if you’ll still love me when the
sun pierces through the blinds and hits you
in the face” — I hope you love me in the morning (via extrasad)

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Mind you she was “butt Ass naked” under that


Mind you she was “butt Ass naked” under that

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what is the actual purpose of fingernails other than to paint them pretty colors and claw out the eyes of your enemies

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how dare this younger generation enjoy casual hookups and temporary dating…back in my day we got married to our first crushes when we were 18 and ended up unhappy by the time we were 40

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