teenage-guys:

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tits-n-t4ts:

aestheticallyvaliant:

Uhm excuse me that song is not on the Wildlife Album. 

Urm excuse me i don’t care because its a crappy edit anyways c~:

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despairludenberg:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

urbanfuck:

my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child

your mother must be so proud of her strong, smart child who lives each day dealing with anxiety and depression and still holds on

oh man wow

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auryngg:

liesintheskye:

this is the best thing ever hahahaha

This belongs on my blog.

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via mybrainsdead)

unicornmunch:

here’s a list of what i’d like to do with you:

• hug
• go on walks while holding hands
• smile
• kiss
• cuddle
• have cute little dates
• have movie nights
• take adorable pictures
• go new places
• try new things
• fall in love
• brutally fuck you
• look at the stars
• do everything i was ever scared to do alone.

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explodingdog:

forgetting

(via mybrainsdead)

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domics:

I’ve been straying away from dubstep lately, but this song’s growing on me.

Hello, Paul. You are a perfectly healthy, sane, middle-class male, yet last month, you ran a straight razor across your wrists. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die, or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you’ll show me. The irony is that if you want to die, you just have to stay where you are. If you want to live, you’ll have to cut yourself again. Find a path through the razor wire to the door. But hurry. At three o’clock that door will lock. And then this room becomes your tomb. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Paul?

(Source: horrord0ll, via scurryshit)