I'm Dre I have no life. -18 - Denver, CO-Ask me anything, man

narcotic:

one thing that really kills me is the idea of wasting my life 

and sometimes ill just sit in school and be like what the fuck am i doing

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witchomo:

"I’m not gay…"

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"But I am bi"

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breakinq:

following back tons

breakinq:

following back tons

blackwithmoreblack:


scrapes:

flaccidtrip:

20000deaths:

lavenderoilgirl:

have you ever wanted to see a bath bomb in a toilet? here u go

northern lights is my favorite bath bomb and it looks even better in a toilet

What the fuck is wrong with yall

white people be plopping $40 bath bombs in the turlet

when people ask me what the aesthetic movement is im showing them this

blackwithmoreblack:

scrapes:

flaccidtrip:

20000deaths:

lavenderoilgirl:

have you ever wanted to see a bath bomb in a toilet? here u go

northern lights is my favorite bath bomb and it looks even better in a toilet

What the fuck is wrong with yall

white people be plopping $40 bath bombs in the turlet

when people ask me what the aesthetic movement is im showing them this

wolfstravelsinmind:

shessofuckedinthehead:

same

You knoooooowwwww…it’s a day ending in y, so…it’s a rule.

wolfstravelsinmind:

shessofuckedinthehead:

same

You knoooooowwwww…it’s a day ending in y, so…it’s a rule.

smallgay:

my rapper name would be 2 stressd

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wet-monsoon:

oktober2nd:

lana-loves-lingua-latina:

if “barnacles” is a curse word in Spongebob, then how do you explain Barnacle Boy’s name

He’s a fuck boy

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"i sat on your porch
crossed legs
hair braided down to my waste
cherry lips
sun tanned face.
You open the door
stepping out handing me a glass of lemonade. 
that was the first time I’d been to your house and
we 
were already in love.
2 years later,
i wait outside your door,
holding a box full of clothes and records.
i wait for you to come down and hand me my things.
now, 
my hair is short,
and I am pale like the line around your finger where the ring i gave you for our 1 year anniversary used to be.
my lips carry the taste of menthol cigarettes, 
and you still say im too good for that.
we trade things, 
you try to hug me,
but i step away,
almost too fast
and I walk all the way home,
never to see you again."

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