"How can you live the high life, if you don't wear high heals?"

I fucking hated what you were doing to me. But more than that, I hate that you knew you were doing it. And that I was letting you.
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dashdrive:

if you ever want to hold a boys hand, just tell them you could beat them arm wrestling. they can’t back down from that challenge

(via encourage)

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