Old Harry Rocks.
Minimalist Interiors Design with Natural Light and Breathtaking Views of the Ocean
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I hate how “talking” is a thing. I hate how friends with benefits is a thing. I hate how good morning/goodnight texts are a thing. I hate how you have to figure out if a guy/girl likes you or not by how much they text you or even if they “text you first”. I miss the time when people liked you or they didn’t. I hate how you have to play these games to figure it out.
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
starting a girl gang of girls aggressively supporting other girls so reblog if you want in because if we get enough people we’re getting jackets