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#tumblr #grunge

Why the fuck is it so hard to make friends as an adult?

Don’t start measuring your life in sex, it’s dangerous. -Sweetbitter

I take this love you left to rot inside me and turn it into a savage thing. -Nikita Gill

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One of mine

live laugh lobotomy

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I had a horrible dark feeling inside me. -Joana Glenn

She bloomed in the dark light of November. - Else Fitzgerald

I write compulsively. I’ve got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can’t not do it. I write the way some people do drugs. -Chuck Palahniuk

But all they want to do, is tie the poem to a chair with rope, and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose, to find out what it really means. -Billy Collins

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#taylormomsen #theprettyreckless

Maybe someday, women in America will have as many rights as guns do.

You know what is a top tier feeling??? LAYING DOWN!!!

The back in the day is implied.

Softer than the stars, softer than the mist. -Carl Sandburg

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. -Robert Frost

One of mine #aesthetic

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She smells of November, of books left open.

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#grunge #punk

“I must warn you, you must handle me delicately: I am covered with a mantle of iridescence as easily destroyed as a dust flower.” -Anais Nin

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"still punk as hell," i whisper as i pull into a "future resident parking only" spot before hurriedly making my morning coffee run

I think cats should have guns

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“All of the most thoughtless gestures were exotic on him.” -Bittersweet

“I call those my wilderness years.” -Bittersweet

You’ve never fought for your right to party and it shows

Remember when we were all bonded by our hate for Joffrey? Those were the days.

Lonely is the Muse - #Halsey

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“I was tired of asking myself questions. The words came to pieces in my mind: love, understanding, disagreement—they were noises, devoid of meaning. Had they ever had any?” -Simone de Beauvoir

In her past life she was an extinction level event

I'll lie under your eyelids. When you lower them to sleep, I'll throw gold into your sleep

They died doing what they love, bringing out the worst in me.

There’s a fine line between whimsical and weird and it’s usually pharmaceutical.

Another of mine. Stuck in 2012 Tumblr what can I say