epfidemic

dangerously contagious

You’re a Poem I can’t Write.

—epfidemic - Six Work Story

andturn:

jestermd:

fuckinglooneytunes:

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dirtylittledamsel:

tmodm19:

She cut off the tattoo of he ex’s name, put it in a jar and mailed it to him.

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I’m going to show this to every person who says “I want to get my partners name/portrait tattooed on me”

Fuckin white people.

Squinting while looking at this.

saunteringvaguelydownwards:

decemberpaladin:

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I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

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Your cries reverberates on my pillow.

—epfidemic - Six Word Story

‘Game Of Thrones’ Opening Reimagined As An Old Man Eating Soup

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Hilarious