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"Lips gone numb. Upstairs bedroom. Air is stuffy. Space is nothing. Wall of windows. Let the cold in. Caught looking. Wasted mornings, wasted midnights."

Time hop 1 year ago with my big thighs :)


a drake-themed party where we listen to drake and watch old episodes of degrassi and play musical chairs to “anaconda” but most importantly we just act very kind to each other in a way that is sometimes almost weird



[inhales] [exhales] [looks out into the sunset] the sweet smell of not being in high school

[remembers that i have no idea what i want to do for my future] [continues to stare out into the sunset] shit

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I am heaven sent,

Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted,
What all the other boys all promised.

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I called in sick from your funeral
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible

(Source: chaosontheairwaves)


Finally found this picture in good quality and it looks amazing