I'm more than just a piece in their Games

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Entire novel written on the walls of abandoned home

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Entire novel written on the walls of abandoned home

dsylexic: ♡ more here ♡

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:59:53 -0400

dsylexic:

♡ more here ♡

The crack between my butt

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:55:10 -0400

The crack between my butt

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Tue, 07 May 2013 21:51:58 -0400

Every day

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:15:05 -0400

Do you ever have those days, where you just feel sad? You want to find comfort from your friends, but at the same time you know they’ll just lie to you.

wreckedblog: ohrkid: theblondephilosopher: chanelempire: Ian...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:26:36 -0400

wreckedblog:

ohrkid:

theblondephilosopher:

chanelempire:

Ian Somerhalder - Model Citizen 2013

i tried to scroll past this and i failed

THE WRINKLES ARE SQUISHY

I CANNOT SCROLL PAST THIS AND NOT REBLOG, omfg

HOW CAN YOU SCROLL PAST IAN AND NOT REBLOG HIM? HOW?

derivings: Hala by imnotkeithrichards on Flickr. Her knees...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 21:03:32 -0400

derivings:

Hala by imnotkeithrichards on Flickr.

Her knees look like potatoes.

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asteriodscollide: J + M (by _eins_durch_f_)

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:45:44 -0400

asteriodscollide:

J + M (by _eins_durch_f_)

blacklashwave: this is a perfect piece of writing,really.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:36:18 -0400

blacklashwave:

this is a perfect piece of writing,really.

If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:26:52 -0400

If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made there way to Earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn’t, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What e didn’t tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they’d never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man of a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn’t fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.

heythereyouare: untitled by meghalomaniac on Flickr.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:14:16 -0400

heythereyouare:

untitled by meghalomaniac on Flickr.

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japanesecontent: they say home is where your heart is (by we’ll...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:11:45 -0400

japanesecontent:

they say home is where your heart is (by we’ll become silhouettes)

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