I’m in New York bitches

phuckindope:

Touch the booty. Slap the booty. Let the booty know it’s special

(Source: x-dopeshit)

You have ink inside
your veins desperate
to say something

-wtm, ten word poem (via wordscanbeenough)

what are you supposed to do when you legitimately hate your parent

I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears.

-Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit  (via petrichour)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

o-m-i-chaos:

"so what are your plans for after college?"

i will dismantle the establishment board by board

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Yup