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setting fire to our insides for fun

Beau. 21; New Zealand.

Just one among billions; living vicariously through the fictional, trying to hold it all together (sometimes, often, failing), constantly growing but not necessarily up. I'm forever swinging from extremes, waiting in the in-between.

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frambouaz: “I had shots…they were fun!!!” “The first ten, anyway” the way he looked at her though, he’s all “god you’re piss drunk but you’re still the cutest most precious thing in the world i think i’m just gonna write another book about you i mean what else really matters to be honest

frambouaz:

“I had shots…they were fun!!!”

“The first ten, anyway”

the way he looked at her though, he’s all “god you’re piss drunk but you’re still the cutest most precious thing in the world i think i’m just gonna write another book about you i mean what else really matters to be honest







You’re an evil dictator of taste, Blair.

You’re an evil dictator of taste, Blair.