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chelsea /self.
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
"   While I can, I make everything
between us sweet because I
know I’m about to get very,
very bitter and I want the
memory of falling asleep
happy to be sharp and painful
when I have to start falling
asleep alone and missing you.   "
anne, I let the word love into my mouth so I have something to choke on when you leave me (via anneisrestless)

(via shesgoingplaces)


I can’t feel a thing. I can’t feel her. Novacane for the pain.

"hey you wanna get high?"


"why not?"

"because I’m not in the seventh grade and I have things to do, why don’t you grow up and do coke like an adult."


I will never not reblog this.

(Source: vrueppellii, via springsummer1995)