the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach (via 80st)

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Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think. (via psychedelic-drugz)

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Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands. Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via awdray)

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I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell. (via haileymr)

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