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So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person.

- Trainspotting (1996)

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kissmeok:

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I should never have been convicted of anything more serious than running a cemetery without a license.

- John Wayne Gacy (via pierced-off)

I’ve always felt there’s something inherently psychopathic about joining the army in peace time, as far as I’m concerned people join the army to find out what its like to kill someone. I hardly think that’s an inclination that should be encouraged in modern society, do you?

- Father James LavelleCalvary (via words-and-coffee)

contortionistic-nyctophiliac:

The body resting on the morgue slab is Albert Fournier, triple murderer and rapist, executed by Anatole Deibler, at Tours, in February 1920.

contortionistic-nyctophiliac:

The body resting on the morgue slab is Albert Fournier, triple murderer and rapist, executed by Anatole Deibler, at Tours, in February 1920.

When I started making work, I said, ‘Why can’t you show everything?’

- Photographer and filmmaker Larry Clark (via thetalks)

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Your lips were filled with sweet kisses and promises you had no intention of keeping.

- Midnight thoughts (those kisses were my life)

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she was special and unique because unlike other girls she read a book and drank a tea and didnt talk about a clothes

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young adult authors everywhere 

 

#she was also hetero and she liked to look at the stars at night

#And she was an old soul who raised herself, also her eyes were deep pools

#And she didn’t wear makeup but it was okay because she had flawless skin anyway

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#She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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This is not your problem. You have your own body to deal with. The lamp by the bed is broken. You are feeling things he’s no longer in touch with. And everyone is speaking softly, so as not to wake one another. The wind knocks the heads of the flowers together. Steam rises from every cup at every table at once. Things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.

- Richard Siken, “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves” (via rhymine)