Keep your voice down or you'll wake the neighbours

i just want to sit on your lap and make out for like eight hours

While death metal plays in the background & one party actually starts bleeding

(Source: lamemom, via beyond-expired)

Angel, saint, Devil’s spawn, good or evil, you’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, it won’t be long before I follow.
written by V.C. Andrews
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Anatomically correct underwear


Anatomically correct underwear

I need this summer to be over more than anything. I’ve begun the steady abandonment of my inner circle of friends. I feel nothing but a nauseous sort of contempt. I am eating me alive. Whatever remnants of human emotion or the sickening missing of the only two individuals I’ve ever genuinely ‘loved’ I held onto are gone. I’m gone. I do not know who I am anymore. I can’t even ascertain as to whether I am in the real world or hallucinating. My mental health reaches suicidal faster than I can process rational thought. I’m trying very hard to be here. I’m trying to sever my attachments. I don’t even know what I’m fucking saying.

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Rather blood-spattered walls than a white picket fence
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I have to look up just to see Hell.