The truth hurts, but a lie's worse...
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

SLYTHERIN
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Reblog if you want one of these in your askbox: 

  • A compliment
  • A story
  • Why you follow me
  • If you met me what would you do
  • A cute message
  • One thing you want to tell me
  • One thing you want to know about me






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text: Probably. But I don't like seeing you hurt.

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Text:

I’m fine, don’t worry about it.






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WOW @ tumblrdatinggame(.)com WTF is this.. my little brother's roommate is on this and I think I saw you too lol

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text: Friday. It's Friday. (And about the black eye... You are stupid.)

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Text:

It makes me look dangerous. It’s hot.





That douche from the basketball team won’t be messing with an Anderson ever again. 

bowties-andcourage:

Thanks, Ev. You’re the best.

I know~





That douche from the basketball team won’t be messing with an Anderson ever again. 






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text: Are you kidding ? A yes, obviously. I thought I'd just stay home and watch a movie but... Wait. Cam told you I wanted to go, right ? Whatever. Thanks for asking. So, yes, definitely, I'm going to Prom with you love.

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Text:

We’re going. When is it? My black eye better be healed by then >_>






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text: Ev? Can you beat up the captain of the basketball team?

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Done and done. 






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text: I can't believe you want to go to Prom...

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So is that a yes or a no?






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text: You... Want to go to Prom ? With me ?

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Yea. Someone has to spike Coach Sylvester’s punch bowl.