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Reblog if you think that Zeddie Little should play Finnick in Catching Fire.
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Prom Dateless
Fuck yeah.
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love
i will not love, but i’ll still sing about it
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you could do better
you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
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Florida lmfaoooo
(via laughingsquid)
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I want to pur
in your downstairs fur
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JellyBeanus submitted
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Anonymous asked: Tell us about the last person you kissed
well it wasn’t ciara garcia, so why don’t you stop creeping on me
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Anonymous asked: it's all a game of this or that now versus then, better off against, worse for wear, and you're someone who knows someone who knows someone i once knew and i just wanna be apart of this, the road outside my house is paved with good intentions, hired a construction crew cos it's hell on the engine. you are the dreamer and we are the dream, i could write it better than you ever felt it. so hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason i thought i loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light
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Anonymous asked: lifes just a pace call on death only less diligent and when the two collide, its no coincidence the lights are on and everybodys home the only thing suicidal here is the doors we had a good run, even i have to admit lifes just a pace call on death only less diligent hell or glory, i dont want anything in between then came a baby boy with long eyelashes and daddy said you gotta show the world the thunder we didnt come to compete, this is a demonstration! even the young ones become irrelevant
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Anonymous asked: last year's wishes are this year's apologies, every last time i come home. i take my last chance to burn a bridge or two, i only keep myself this sick in the head cos i know how the words get you. we're the new face of failure; prettier and younger but not any better off. bulletproof loneliness at best, at best. me and you, setting: in a honeymoon. if i woke up next to you, if i woke up next to you.
ahh this is a favorite
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Anonymous asked: my heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or like a black eye. my badge, my witness that means that i believed every single lie that you said. cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pain i went through to avoid you, and every single tap on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you. but there's a light on in chicago, and i know i should be home. all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of the pick up truck out infront of your neighbors house
cool
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Anonymous asked: i'm holding out and i'm holding on to every letter and every song i pulled out of the day we ever had to met. are you through with me? and when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face? i'm all ears and i'm all scars to hear you tell me, "boys like you try too hard to not look quite as desperate,"
right?
