Isabelle. 19. Complicated bitch. When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.

bitchday-cake:

 ☽ paler than the cast of twilight ☾

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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
by Kurt Vonnegut (via palegravity)

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istillloveparamore:

jackskellngton:

This one looks like they’re playing a tiny lil club and I love it. (I was obviously crying because acoustic)

featuring dylan’s elvis head 
lanemarinho:

The Pair.

slomps:

shoutout to those people who see you fuck up real bad and just laugh with you

(via bubblebutts-guttersluts)

frogflesh:

haha I wrote this in my diary when I was high 9/18/14
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
by (Is this about BPD?)

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ksubied:

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