We all have our vices 

scalded:

vverism:

When guys light your cigarette with theirs while it’s in their mouth that is honestly the biggest turn on in the world if you disagree you’re wrong

get a life

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I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.


Elizabeth Bishop

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mmmmmmmm maybe a little 

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yeah fuck this place uh

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