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"What do you need made. An atomic bomb perhaps?"

M!A:

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"The taste of death is upon my lips. I feel something that is not of this earth."Mozart (via an-augmented-grin)

heckacute:

I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful. 

"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."Rumi, The Soul of Rumi  (via wanderers-haven)

Reblog if your muse has a dark side Please

nankurunaisax:

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