What do you mean he’s a murderer?? I need him.
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In summation, my uterus is glowing
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I KNOW YALL SEEN THAT HASEUL PHOTO SHE POSTED ON INSTA
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Which would you rather: being numbed so you can’t feel anything, or being brought to the edge to be desperate all day?
Being numbed so I can’t feel anything 🥰 it’s such a great way to feel so worthless and small. It sort of breaks you when you can see yourself getting fucked but can’t really feel the pleasure of it. The one time you can cum and it’s when you’re fully numbed so it’s never gonna hit. It’s the best torture I’ve ever gone through.
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Hahaha! the moment of truth! For how hot is that celebrity, may I present my man!
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
THIS MAN IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS!!!! HE MIGHT BE 70 BUT HOD DAMN I'D LET HIM RUIN ME!!!p
When I tried answering this before Tumblr kept saying that the media wasn't supported
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New fave video ever. Will be watching it on repeat for the foreseeable future
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i just watched my bloody valentine (2009) and jensen ackles is so hot i love him
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new fav ship prospect is buddy and fabian. imagine growing up intensely religious and conservative and not only do you end up with rich asshole bisexual disaster boyfriend but he sincerely suggests you meet his godless hellish pirate devil prince father. there’s something very charming in all that.
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do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.
imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.
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