If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part.
I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside…

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I would marry this man

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nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

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tblaberge:

Me, tonight.
She’s too adorbs for words.
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be-cutfree-and-hope:

Follow a depression blog with a little pinch of happiness.

I’ve tried writing this letter now,
Several times before.
When the party’s over and
The liquor is no more.
I’ll tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore,
And following their rules is such a God forsaken bore.
Now I say God because I’m programmed,
But I believe in none.
I see no interventions and I see no Holy Sons.
And if I’m wrong than strike me down and break these breathing lungs.
Just take these words reverse them back upon my evil tongue.
I’ve seen children arm each other like it’s second nature,
Some just wanna watch the world burn,
And bang upon the drums.
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on,
Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song.

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