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what’s not meant for me kills me a thousand times every day

i fking hate raisins

you will never defeat my final fruitfly

do me a favor and reblog this and put in the tags what time it is for you and what you're currently doing/thinking about

fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever

retiring to your chambers >>>>>>

getting kicked off love island for just swimming in the pool and not talking to anyone

guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone

i obviously do not play with toys. i only like formal dinners, and foreign films.