Marla… the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep.
(Source: gyllenhaals)
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**************************my personal tumblr: witchcraft, fangirling, ranting, glamour, glitter, roleplay characters and whatever else happens to float through my brain on any given day
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the feminist slut: porn, kink and occasional bursts of sex-positive feminism
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Marla… the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep.
(Source: gyllenhaals)