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I like warm colors, the paranormal, and I'm afraid of the dark.
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I loved your smell. Not the smell of your cologne, or your deodorant, or your shampoo—the smell of you that your body makes and that no one else can ever imitate or duplicate.
you,
i would ride the train into your heart, but the tickets cost too much.
— broke(n).
(via merricat) (via alwaysthehours) (via moniquemoro) (via facepaintz)
I gave you food to eat, a bed to sleep in, a body to hold, and a heart to carry. You gave me the boot.
