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MY THOUGHTS WOULD BREAK YOUR HEART

WELL, UM.... YEAH. 19. FAUX REDHEAD. WRITER. SO HIPSTER I SHIT GLITTER.
bohemea:

Pulp Fiction

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself. — Charles Dickens (via pro-paganda)

(Source: hellanne, via pro-paganda)


i need to read this every fucking day