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He has her up against the far wall of the bar, lips on her neck and fingers skimming along the skin above the waist of her cut-offs.
He has her up against the far wall of the bar, lips on her neck and fingers skimming along the skin above the waist of her cut-offs.
When you go back to a game you haven’t played in months and realise you left it at a part that you fucking hate and you just
(Source: narvaezs)
it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th
a nigga was stressed and depressed
walking home like
“how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself”
on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom
luckily they had this program
“read away your fees” or some shit like that
every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off
my niggas.
my mother aint see me for about a month and a half.
(Source: niggaimdeadass)

(Source: andsuddenlycats)
Before he reaches her, he is screaming, letting out words and syllables that don’t even make sense. The rain is pouring down and he can barely see a few feet in front of him, but his gun is already out. Blake scans the alleyway from one end to the other. There is nothing except for the woman lying in front of him, bleeding out in the rain. He doesn’t even bother holstering his weapon, letting it clatter to the floor as he collapses next to her, the impact jarring his knees, but that doesn’t matter. Blake reaches down and grabs her shoulders.
He shakes her.
He’s basically the personification of music. Like sound and stuff. Whatever he sings inscribes itself onto his skin while he sings it, but it disappears after.
Kind of like proving how words are only words, and can only hurt you if you alow them too.
Something like that, though I’m still working out kinks sdlkfnsldkfn
THAT’S SO DEEP.
I LIKES IT.
AND JARED LETO YES.