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You’re sleeping, but I just need you to know that I’m still in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. Every time I’m without you, it hurts. You make me feel like I am forever. You are my happiness. You are every single constellation. You’re perfect and I love you so much. - 4:06 am
written by I almost called you, again. (via june—10tth)

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jonopoly:

my anaconda dont want none unless you got FUNDS hun

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croatianbarbieee:

miss-fufo:

ibiza-love:

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Barbika
clubdoux:

candice
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.
written by Ten Word Story, Meghan Hale - m-e-ghan (via perfect)

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alvaromoser:

Paula & Maca
I wish I could be more. But not for you. Fuck you. I want to be more for myself.
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aestheticbullshit:

violentmovement:

Olivia Thornton by Romain Duquesne

SUMMER.
I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.
written by Lemony Snicket  (via neverseemtostay)

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partism:

I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.

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