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Crooked thoughts and Twisted visions

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Here, have a little bit of my magic.(photo by me)Model is www.heremotionsickness.tumblr.com
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Here, have a little bit of my magic.
(photo by me)
Model is www.heremotionsickness.tumblr.com

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(take your own tumblrshot)
*coy smile* c:
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(take your own tumblrshot)


*coy smile* c:
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I am thankful for my awesome friends.Mainly Lock (www.xlock.tumblr.com) and Silly (www.heremotionsickness.tumblr.com)
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I am thankful for my awesome friends.
Mainly Lock (www.xlock.tumblr.com)
and Silly (www.heremotionsickness.tumblr.com)

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fuckyeahymas:

Jealous Minds Think Alike

 I love this song

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We can have the world, but only for a second.

She stretches her arms up towards the ceiling. “Look” she says excitedly.

He puts his book down and looks. She is lying on her back on the bed. She has the biggest smile on her lips. He imitates her facial expression. He’s good at imitating. “What?” he asks.

“My skin,” she says, her eyes fixated on her outstretched hands. “My skin is silver.”

It’s true. The grey morning light coming from the window makes her skin glow like silver. She is too pale. “If you are made of silver,” he says. “What am I?”

She rolls gracefully off the bed and walks towards him. She leaps into his lap and wraps her arms and legs around his waist and neck. “You are golden,” she says, and kisses his forehead.

He holds her carefully, and feels her fade away. She might glow in the light, but she fades away in the dark. “Claudia…” he starts.

“Tomorrow,” she says, before he has time to continue.

“What?” he asks, puzzled.

“You can break up with me tomorrow.” She rests her head on his shoulder. “But not now. Not tonight.”

He squeezes her just a little tighter and shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to…”

“But you want to. You should.” Her voice is just a whisper.

“I’m not going to break up with you,” he says, but even he can hear the weakness in his words.

She sighs. “I want you to.”

“Why?” His voice is desperate.

“I love you,” she says, and her voice is strained from attempting to hold back sobs. “But I don’t want to spend my last days living a lie.”

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The view from my absolute favourite place. My sweet little refuge. Oh, how I love the sea.Photo by me.
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The view from my absolute favourite place. My sweet little refuge. Oh, how I love the sea.
Photo by me.

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Personal Tumblr.

I deleted most of my reblogs and whatnot. I’ve decided that this will be my art-tumblr, so I’ve made a personal one too.

If you’re interested in listening to my random ramblings, follow me here: http://whensandyspeaks.tumblr.com/

-Love

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Help us out?

wearethecure:

We’re looking for striking, shocking or scary facts about pollution that we can use in our documentary.

So far we’ve found a few(did you know that living in a major city is more of a health risk than living in Chernobyl due to the air pollution?), but we need more!

If you have anything at all, please tell us. If you don’t, please reblog this to spread the word!

Love,
Silje

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It’s all smoke and mirrors with you.
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It’s all smoke and mirrors with you.

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