
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via ugh)
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May 16th, 2013 // 13,314 notes
how do people even fucking sleep with night lights oh god my room needs to be as dark as my soul
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May 11th, 2013 // 179,572 notes










