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Come morning, she’d woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it.

(via maisiewilliams)

I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
Lynn Barber, An Education (via seyfrieds)

(via innerflame)

Paramore in snapchats (part 1).

(via htadotaylor)

Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
note to self  (via safeslut)

(via humdrum-blues)

fitvillains:

Class act, this one. 

#weheartpink

fitvillains:

Class act, this one.

#weheartpink

the-masters-fallen-angel:

geobytes:

My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.

That’s not a yearbook.

That’s a hit list.

(via adreamingfool)

steverogerswintersoldier:

Can we talk about how Sebastian wears his heart on his sleeve and cannot control his face when he is disappointed or excited.

(via adreamingfool)