but we are made of newspaper and smoke and we dunk your roses in vats of blue

r-t-v:

Cuddle weather? Fuck that. It’s hickey season. You can hide anything behind a large scarf.

My head hurts. My back hurts. My stomach hurts. My heart hurts. 

flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

whats cOler than coldy freeze

really cold!!!

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i was fucking stoned as shit and feeling awful and barely remember even making this text post why in the hell does it have 9,000+ notes

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mulders:

date me so we can light candles and watch the x files in the dark