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Call me Space Cake.
21 on 15.
I am a martian.
And I'm still in Maryland.
I'm a little more than a little deranged.
I don't post anything interesting.
Intoxication is key.
Humans are liars and thieves.
Beards and boobs are my favorite things.
Anti-religion, anarchist, attention deficit.
I dare you to judge me, ugly little cunts.

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∞ May 29th, 2012 at 2:50 am via pessimisticmind-optimisticheart

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Pweeeeeeeeeeease n.n

(Source: failure-sounds-better)

∞ May 29th, 2012 at 2:39 am via theyearsgoneby

Can we do it, maybe?

Asked by Anonymous

o.0 People wanna “do it” with me…?

∞ May 29th, 2012 at 2:30 am

My all-of-me itches because of this sunburn.
Well, hi summer, welcome back.

This is my lame/awesome new icon.

urmom.

∞ May 27th, 2012 at 2:39 am

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∞ May 27th, 2012 at 2:29 am via fifteenminuteslater

I couldn’t love a being more than I love her.

∞ May 27th, 2012 at 2:28 am via morrey

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∞ May 25th, 2012 at 1:17 am via witheringsoulswillstarve

when a girl wants to kiss you: she plays with her hair, looks down, fiddles with her fingers, and waits for you to make a move
when a boy wants to kiss you: smiles nervously, tilts his head slightly, and waits for the right moment to make a move
when i want to kiss you: i look at you from a distance, and start sobbing about how ugly i am and that i'll die with 80 cats, approximately