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kari kane. 16. NY. twitter @karikaneee instagram karikane click navigate for pictures xoxo


"Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were."(via shardin)

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"I could have every single part of your body pressed against mine and I’d still say ‘pull me closer’."un-existinq (via perfect)

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His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you.  i will love you. i will love you.
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so perfect.

i think I am going to cry

I think at least 200,000 of those notes are me reblogging this

guy like this come my way ✌😭

"Things just went wrong too many times."Suicide note of Tony Hancock (1924-1968)

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he was laughter and sea salt
a fine balance of what i needed in another person,
and what i lacked in myself.

he was fire and diamonds
a passionate, priceless pair of eyes,
and a golden soul.

i could barely tell the difference between him
and the ocean,
maybe it was about the way he moved like water
slipping through my fingertips,
or the way he loved: like he was about to drown.

he was smoke and peaches,
a dreamlike illusion of evanescence and sweetness,
a kind reminder of “nothing beautiful can last,”
a fleeting hope.

he was warmth and kisses,
a vanilla mirage of lips and steam.
i could never put my finger on what made him so addictive,
maybe it was the way his voice crept down my spine,
or the way he could seem to melt ice with his mind.

he was everything and always.
a design of skin and bones that i had the chance to hold,
he was a transient symbol of eternity
that i have never otherwise witnessed.

he was first, and he was love.
and he’ll always have a part of me.


speechless (via gwegg)

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you should have opened your eyes i was crazy for you

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