Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your now favourite colour.

Anonymous (via timid)

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Moon on the horizon by (thedot_ru)

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3am, my mind is on you.
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Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

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so fucking l o u d 

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gaystray:

do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

raininq:

i follow back 

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draqonight:

"don’t complain, I have it worse than you"

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Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo, bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca, ay besar tu boca.
Bailando, Enrique Iglesias (via trippykittypizza)

dream-of-love-and-happiness:

Sad on We Heart It.