.ThisLittleFluke.
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I'll try to make you smile, to laugh, to be happy, everything you deserve to be. I'm an open book, and an open ear. If you have anything you need to talk about, you can most definitely come to me. I'll always be here. ♥


I'll try to make you smile, to laugh, to be happy, everything you deserve to be. I'm an open book, and an open ear. If you have anything you need to talk about, you can most definitely come to me. I'll always be here. ♥

Questions?

If you have a question, it could be about anything, click the "Ask Me Anything" button. You may go there to talk privately if you wish to as well, I'll always reply. Just let me know!

sweetcandyskittles.
Is it crazy that I don't like pancakes?
❤ Anonymous

thecapptain:

zeroyalviking:

Yes actually

thislittlefluke

TOTALLY LOGICAL.

k-y-h-u:

"Let us partake in the bonding ritual of females!”

quick pic of star & rae bae b/c I love them so much ahh (´∀`)

(via thebeaniedude)

panducky:

if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.

(Source: panducky, via thebeaniedude)

 Day Dreaming

cabthet1:

Some times I forget that I’m sick forever and I dream about other more beautiful things in life. Then I wake up and prick myself.

(via diabetesyoyo)

(Source: lizclimo, via pretty-in-pxnk)

celsisus:

When ur hair won’t listen to you and its a mess and ur just like ???? I grew you myself??? I gave you life and this is how you repay me??

(via specialkitty)

Hikaru + Kaoru 

(Source: pastelgotherik, via rapunzelie)

seienna:

sophisticated-ignoranceee:

I’ve been waiting so long to find this.

I’M CRYING

(Source: randallfthegrey, via penniesforthereckless)

song-masher:

Mash-up of 

  • Bastille - Pompeii
  • Capital Cities Safe And Sound

By Song-Masher - Request a Mash-up!

Pompeii © 2012 Virgin Records; Safe and Sound © 2008 Lazy Hooks and Capitol Records ; My mash-ups are transformative works and are protected by the DMCA’s fair-use doctrine.

(via kamui-senketsu)

"

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"

- Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via specialkitty)