I kissed a girl with a broken smile. She tasted like vodka and smelled of blood. You would tell her you loved her and you could never tell if she felt the same or despised you for saying it. She smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, like she was always one step ahead. And oh god, was she. Her replies were always quick and witty as if she already knew what you were going to say. Her nails were always painted black which matched the black eyeliner framing her eyes. Whenever you begged her to stop smoking, she’d look at you with those eyes, those god damn eyes, and kiss you. She never did quit, though. You tried kissing the poison out of her, and all you were left with was rotting lips. She left claw marks on everything she touched, including your heart.
her laughter made the world around you dissolve and that’s how it felt when she left (via restrictedthoughts)

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webabuser:

"Hey, I really like your blog!"

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"Can you follow back?"

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latwinko:

not a Jackie Chan blog, but wow

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unpopuler:

the feeling you get when you remember summer eventually will end and you have to go back to school 

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gnarly:

when the teacher catches the person you hate in class texting and they confiscate their phone

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Me at 2 am: I should bake a cake