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I'm Annie. I'm at a point where I know better than to be what people want and need of me, and be what I want and need of myself.
pureblyss:

Necessities.

pureblyss:

Necessities.

(via tatertotsullivan)

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. by colors.  (via versteur)

(Source: se7enteenblack, via tatertotsullivan)

birdasaurus:

birdasaurus:

I cannot find it’s original source and it is insanely important that creatives are given credit for their work. If anyone knows the author, please let me know.

Thanks to peone, the credit goes to Rachel Mariesa. 

birdasaurus:

birdasaurus:

I cannot find it’s original source and it is insanely important that creatives are given credit for their work. If anyone knows the author, please let me know.

Thanks to peone, the credit goes to Rachel Mariesa

(Source: muitomeu)

drythroats:

"I gotta’ feel you in my bones again. I’m all over you, I’m not over you. I wanna’ taste you one more time again. I’m all over you, I’m not over you. This life is way too short to get caught up in all this stuff, when I just want you to love me back. Why can’t you just love me back."

(Source: waltzinginhell, via larrythinksstuff)

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up. by (via misslucy-rose)

(Source: flyingwithoutwings21, via larrythinksstuff)

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer. by Azra.T (via 69rooms)

(Source: 5000letters, via larrythinksstuff)

(Source: teandcats, via thatkindofwoman)

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