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02 June Reblog "Maybe you will hurt me again. I don’t know how I’ll react then. Or maybe next time I’ll hurt you. No one can promise anything. Neither of us can make any promises."
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun. (via dreamsthatglitter)
(Source: highfunctioningsociopathwholived)
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26 May Reblog — I need a large body of water to jump into right now. Preferably the sea or ocean. Ugh.
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25 May Reblog Laying face down on my bed with my arms dangling off watching as veins bulged with blood and fingers swelling pink. Hoping wings would mysteriously sprout from my blunt shoulder blades so I could fly to the stupid moon. I don’t care if they’re the ugliest things mankind has ever witnessed as long as they work. Its night time anyways. |
