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(Source: thatishcray)
Faudrait savoir ce que tu veux
(Source: made-by-sorcery)
(Source: staringatstarsontheceiling)
The image of you keeps running in my head when I am alone with my thoughts. I wish I could call you, I’m afraid I am going to forget your voice. The question “what if” haunts me in sleep.
I’m dead on the inside. I want to run away, I want to lose my mind.
I miss you.
I miss you.
(Source: santanafinn)
Does anybody even care what I post?
So horny and suicidal. Could really use a scalpel and Lola.
