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“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.”
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via simply-quotes)
  

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The Book Thief deleted scenes: I can’t leave now

  

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summans-life:

 

i’m the type of person who will miss you to death but won’t do anything about it because i don’t want to seem like the desperate one

  

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magnezone:

don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me 

  

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human:

when you aren’t quick enough to screenshot an embarrassing snapchat of your friend 

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gcatherinev:

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Gigi Darcy reacts to Lizzie’s Video Diaries x

  

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hellapunx:

*cuddles up close to you* *puts my mouth by your ear* I NEED CONSTANT REASSURANCE THAT YOU STILL ENJOY ME AND FIND OUR RELATIONSHIP APPEALING

  

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Disney Love Songs.

  

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“She won’t look at you because she doesn’t know how to without spilling desire.”
— Azra. T  (via itsalovestorydarling)
  

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What I want… is to stay here with you and imagine the world outside doesn’t exist.

  

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hooddoggy:

i want to get so good at giving sly digs that you dont even realize i insulted you until like a week later when you randomly start crying while eating breakfast

  

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Artist: Ed Sheeran
Album: BBC Radio 1's Live Lounge 2014
Track: Stay With Me (Sam Smith Cover)
Plays: 365,435



sweettea-southernbee:

believesinpink:

impeccabletasteinmusic:

Ed Sheeran | Stay With Me (Sam Smith Cover)

THANK YOU SWEET BABY JESUS IN THE MANGER

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