when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from
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i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk
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someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking
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“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”
Woori (via de-licacy)(Source: pinkholic, via clandestonic-teen)
