I wish I could be more. But not for you. Fuck you. I want to be more for myself.

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euo:

“I have all these things that I want to say to her. Like how I can tell she’s a lonely person, even if other people can’t. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.”
The Double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade

euo:

I have all these things that I want to say to her. Like how I can tell she’s a lonely person, even if other people can’t. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.”

The Double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade

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radgoku:

i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross

(via fuckyeahloldemort)


All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
J.M. BarriePeter Pan (via feellng)

Best Friends forever they pinky promised. And they never talked again.


You wrecked me and
I apologized.
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fuckyeahtanc:

movesliketancredi:

captainkessi:

(x)

The one, The only…

that 2nd one tho….

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Please,” she says. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
It’s an absurd request. Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are selfish and unkind, and the majority of our thoughts, at any given time, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurtful or else just make us look like the selfish and unkind bastards that we are. We don’t share our thoughts, we share the carefully sanitized, watered-down versions of them, Hollywood adaptations of those thoughts dumbed down for the PG-13 crowd.
Jonathan Tropper (via wordsthat-speak)

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