There’s still air in my lungs, there’s still blood in my veins.

Follow your heart to the water,

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Fill your pockets with stone,

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Throw your arms around me,

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Never let me go.

It’s been a while…

padalecki666:

“I’m so tired of the rain falling softly on the ground; Just enough to get my feet wet, but not enough to let me drown.”

— Front Porch Step// Drown

lyricsinthenight:

car crash // hotel books

photo creds: @wholepapers

helpingg:

“It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken”

— Hotel Books

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thyrell:

agoatinthecircus:

thyrell:

thyrell:

a necromancer is just a really late healer

“you’re too late, doc, he’s…he’s already dead…”

*cracks knuckles* i didnt get my medical license revoked for nothing

i like idea of a necromancer that can bring back the dead but doesnt know how to cure the living so has to wait for someone to die before bringing them back

“hey doc do you have any splints I think I fractured my ankle”

*cocks gun* no but I’ll do you one better

(via thebibliosphere)

bulph:

themightyglamazon:

tabbran:

darthkres:

thetrippytrip:

I can’t believe they oblitered straight men like that

@tabbran

please add lemon man story to this

PRESENTING LEMON MAN

That was a wild goddamn ride

god this was worth the read

(via australiansanta)

studyblr:

lazy mornings, open windows, foreign languages, used books, small cafés, excited text messages, art galleries, sundresses, cobbled streets, fresh air, filled notebooks, feeling completely at ease, content smiles

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