Search my heart and search my soul,

Pamela| Christian| Twenty| NJ

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You made me grow flowers in my lungs and although they are beautiful I can't fucking breathe.


 Delinquent[s]

zootedboy:

if we skyping best believe im looking at myself in that lil window not u

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Anonymous :
Can you describe the color black without using the word black?

backshelfpoet:

Black

[noun]

1. Night. Obsidian slides on the islands of Hawaii. My grandfather’s cancer spots and the x-ray of his deflated lungs. His coffin two months later. Ebony keys under hands that are too dark to be called anything but burnt charcoal crystals, and Beethoven playing softly three floors down in my uncle’s apartment building — O Freunde, niche diese toen, sodern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen und freundenvollere. 

2. You. Your heart. Your mouth when you said
you didn’t love me anymore.

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d.a.s

fulmadz:

I have like 277262 kisses saved up for you

(via chickennuggetsinthewind)

briannatit:

Pretty much

briannatit:

Pretty much

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jaylenejoybeligan:

Dark lip days
Instagram: @jaylene_joy

jaylenejoybeligan:

Dark lip days
Instagram: @jaylene_joy