(Source: spells-of-life, via drowning-destiny)
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Apparently everybody could use a little penis in their lives.
(via drowning-destiny)
I can finally conclude that today is a absoulte horrible day
I need a blunt to calm my nerves about all these test tomorrow. I just cant seem to find anything. -__-
The funny thing about love is…
It doesnt have a shape or name. It is continously morphing. Some days i feel as though it is a lifeless mass i hump around. Others it lights up my life, a baloon floating ever higher. But when that baloon pops and that mass no longer moves. It fucking sucks. There is a wrenching in your gut and a stabbing in your heart. And deeper, on a more intimate level is the irrevocable stain on ones soul. This stain is not one you can take back. It will forever be there. But when that one truly amazing person comes along. You will fight for them 100%. And when they slowly slip between your fingers you grasp ever so tighter, just driving them further away. The cavity in my chest no longer beats, but it beats for you. My stomach no longer flutters, but for you. My soul no longer glows, but only for you. I can feel them fading faster than winter fades to.spring.
