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HOW WILL I DIE?

FELLATED BY MY FAILURES

Annoyed by my family. Well shit that happens already.

why is eaten out by a possibility

crushed by grandma.

…………

that certainly could have better.

Fellated by… Grandma… Of course! I have to get a death that sounds like something one of my childhood bullies would say!

FELLATED BY LORD JESUS CHRIST
XD!!!

Penetrated by my failures, how the fuck dies that work!?

fellated by lord Jesus Christ??? XD

Im going to be eaten out by everthing. Wow

(( Penetrated by my failures ))

Stabbed by everything.

Happy with Everything…
HAHA FUCKERSSS

Consumed by lord Jesus Christ!

Buried alive by the living

Strangled by life

fucked by republicans

Fellated by every member of Limp Bizkit.

The most beautiful death.

drowned in pro-lifers this is wonderous

meladoodle:

THIS IS AMAZING

(Source: videohall)

Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce–love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

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