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harukoo

not-pizza not-pizza

Finding that one black clothing among other black clothes is the hardest thing in the morning

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drizzyydreeaa

When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.

(My love is true)

Source: fragmentallygirl

drizzyydreeaa

Wear black & be gold.

(via mecjan)

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drizzyydreeaa

thirstttqueen thirstttqueen

brown eyes are beautiful.

brown eyes are dark, rich, and decadent; they remind me of freshly turned earth after rain. sometimes they’re so dark they become inky, almost-black, full of depths you can’t begin to fathom. when sunlight hits them suddenly they are brilliant and clear, like perfectly worn sea glass or water in a stream running over driftwood and stones.

brown eyes are beautiful.

Source: yicunhui

drizzyydreeaa

balanc3andcomposure balanc3andcomposure

things that make you feel powerful

matching lace underwear
heels (and the clicking noise they make when you walk and you know you lookin hot)
red lipstick
perfect coal black eyeliner
curled hair
freshly done nails
cute new clothes

Source: llu-xury

waiting-for-the-dawn-to-come

me reclining in diamonds and a black velvet dress with a slit up the side on a red velvet couch covered in silk handkerchiefs with a crystal glass full of the finest liquor in one hand and the other thrown over my eyes in elegant anguish: i'm sick

Source: kittyit

harukoo

If it was meant to last, it would have.

Red (Orange Is The New Black)

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sejient

when you have a friend who’s dating a piece of shit

trishathebrown

The ferocity at the end gives me life.

Source: sejient

“I hope we last. I hope we do.
But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

(via 22angeles)

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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