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hollie-in-wanderlove:

redlipstickandhiphop:

Lmfaaaao thats all you meech

She’s the one who doesn’t use them! Lmao

hollie-in-wanderlove:

redlipstickandhiphop:

Lmfaaaao thats all you meech

She’s the one who doesn’t use them! Lmao

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thehypeisdead:

number1cuntdiva:

vixonette:

vipeur:

andim-a-lionheart:

paleladise:

This is so breathtaking idk why

This is the best part of being comfortable in a relationshipYou can just lay there butt naked n be completely relaxed n not worried what they’re thinking about your body.

this gif is so relaxing

yeah i want that soo bad 

this is so important


iambpayne por favor 🙈

thehypeisdead:

number1cuntdiva:

vixonette:

vipeur:

andim-a-lionheart:

paleladise:

This is so breathtaking idk why

This is the best part of being comfortable in a relationship
You can just lay there butt naked n be completely relaxed n not worried what they’re thinking about your body.

this gif is so relaxing

yeah i want that soo bad 

this is so important
iambpayne por favor 🙈
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awwww-cute:

Couldn’t find my kitten anywhere, then I walked passed the pot plant and saw this

awwww-cute:

Couldn’t find my kitten anywhere, then I walked passed the pot plant and saw this

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came she back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)
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childservices:

horoscope app: today u gonna #stunt on these hoes
me: damn….das tru

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thatfunnyblog:

swirl

thatfunnyblog:

swirl

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