I spend a lot of time wondering whether or not you think about me. You have to. How could you not? How can I spend so much time thinking about someone and then not have them think about me?
I know you spend more time thing about her, but I have to cross your mind sometimes…right?
do you realize that we live in a world where people lick other people’s buttholes and yet some of you still complain about double dipping chips?
mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal.
it crept into her room one night
and ate her fucking soul.
I feel like I just watched an episode of Supernatural.
(Source: thordoftherings)
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Lana Del Rey || Chelsea Hotel No 2
Beautiful.

