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if she wears cute lingerie for you don’t take everything off, push the panties to the side and fuck her in her cute little outfit.

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I thought you would never hurt me like this. But I guess you are just like the others

#depressing quotes #depresson #depressing thoughts #depressive #depression #sleep deprived #i hate this #help me

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Grabbing someone by the jaw in order to force them to look at you directly is one of the best power moves, change my mind

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I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I hate that I miss you....

#love #missinyou #i miss you #love kills #love me #depresson #depressing thoughts #depressive #depression #anxitey #anxeity #anxious

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If your girl is in the passenger seat while you drive and your hand isn't gripping on her thigh you aren't doing it right.

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(งツ)ว on my way to fuck things up

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Goodbye road - iKon [3/3]

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“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poemAnd he called it Chops because that was the name of his dogAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an A and a gold starAnd his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his auntsThat was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zooAnd he let them sing on the busAnd his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hairAnd his mother and father kissed a lotAnd the girl around the corner sent him aValentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meantAnd his father always tucked him in bed at nightAnd was always there to do itOnce on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poemAnd he called it Autumn because that was the name of the seasonAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearlyAnd his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paintAnd the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigarsAnd left butts on the pewsAnd sometimes they would burn holesThat was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black framesAnd the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa ClausAnd the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lotAnd his father never tucked him in bed at nightAnd his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poemAnd he called it Innocence: A Question because that was the question about his girlAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his professor gave him an A and a strange steady lookAnd his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed herThat was the year that Father Tracy diedAnd he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed wentAnd he caught his sister making out on the back porchAnd his mother and father never kissed or even talkedAnd the girl around the corner wore too much makeupThat made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to doAnd at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundlyThat’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poemAnd he called it Absolutely NothingBecause that’s what it was really all aboutAnd he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wristAnd he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower