Some days I look back on how many things I’ve reblogged and posted on tumblr and it legitimately makes me depressed

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hungarian:

what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom

(via deathcrushh)

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other people: i thought i had 20 bucks but i actually have 10. i must have bought something and forgot!
me: i thought i had 20 bucks but i actually have 10. i must have been sucked into another dimension where aliens stole my money!
Anonymous: Where are you from..

Where the air is fetid with the stink of fresh viscera and open wounds. Where the mist hangs low over midnight skies painted crimson, splattered with the GORE of those murdered and forgotten in dark corners of the world. Here, it’s always twilight… And no morning will ever come. At the doom of the world, strung temporarily between birth and death by the tendons of alternate timelines, I wait for those foolish enough to seek me.

I like how we live in random countries all around the world, but all have the same clothes because we like the same bands

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burnt-feathers:

"Overdose Was The Best Way To Die" by Psychonaut 4
Album: Have a Nice Trip
Released: 2012
Genre: Post Black Metal, Depressive Black Metal, DSBM,
Country: Georgia

(via sjukdom-vomitus)

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