The Ripper

it is what it is


We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.

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he was never very good to me, but boy did he feel right for me

—a late night thought about the boy who stole my heart four months ago (via nakedly)

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