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Matt T, 17 -- MA.
How strange it is to be anything at all

I am not a place for cowards

These stars still move

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

tooweirdto-live-toorareto-die:

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— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fakinq-glory)

(via cybergirlfriend)

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—  Alan Cohen (via alicedraper)

(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via yelyahwilliams)

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creak:

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— Carl Sandburg (via leslieseuffert)

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Snapchat filters changing the game, changing my eyes
v0lant:

(by canovix)

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thatmusictasteslikeheaven:

Alt-J | Every Other Freckle

I want to share your mouthful
I want to do all the things your lungs do so well
I’m gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a beanbag
Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet

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