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asterisk-: “You’re stoned and you’re driving.” toseeafilm: Can’t tell if stoned and driving, or having my memory erased.

cagedpheonix: I understand your twisted thoughts. The dark spaces in your mind. I have been in the spots. You should hear some of my first memories of realizing I was a very sexual person. Kinky memories. You want to hear? So much

cagedpheonix: I understand your twisted thoughts. The dark spaces in your mind. I have been in the spots. You should hear some of my first memories of realizing I was a very sexual person. Kinky memories. You want to hear? So much

thesweetimpossible: Your kiss runs through me like opium. I feel the bursting of thirst, the pounding of skin—a breaking up of pulse and memory… (travis)

Memories of a shy, sensitive boy. I always maintained that I liked girls, but simply that sex was “overrated”. The girls sought to enlighten me…. Of course I would never admit to it, but you could say that from then on, sex couldn&rsquo

Memories of my boyhood, of staying home alone on school days due to (mostly feigned) sickness. Knowing that for all the things you could imagine a young boy to do when home alone, no one would imagine …that he dresses in his sister’s clothes.

Ayem Willing , a year a go I toke this photo for Lee Harrington’s Shibari you can use in NYC Aug 18th 2012. 6 days later while on another round of shooting , we got a call telling us that Ayem had passed away in a motorcycle accident.

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

freshiejuice: When an event takes place, the memory is formed. The first time you recall the memory you are remembering the event. The next time you recall the event your remembering your memory. Each time your remembering a memory of a memory. A never

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

hanbeonmark: youve never experienced true heartbreak until you watch episode 2 of shut up flower boy band

you-oughta-know:I just realized all the kids growing up with Spotify don’t have to spend money on specific music anymore, so they probably won’t have the memory of saving up money to buy their first CD and having it be something super cringy…like

helcna: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fortiituude: coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory.

hajungwoos: The harder you try to forget something, the more it will stick in your memory. Once I heard someone say that if you have to lose something, the best way to keep it in your memory. Ashes of Time (1994) dir. Wong Kar-Wai

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach FUCK… all the time. I hate it. Its why I rarely get severely

terezidave: fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

t-eamhuman: Come on, Gipsy!

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

helcna: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

helcna:do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

helcna: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

you-oughta-know:I just realized all the kids growing up with Spotify don’t have to spend money on specific music anymore, so they probably won’t have the memory of saving up money to buy their first CD and having it be something super cringy…like

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

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Wearing this shirt in honor of Paul Gray today! Doesnt seem like 4 years have passed. You are missed brother!

terezidave: fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

terezidave: fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

willow-wanderings: spiletta42: This is not an exaggeration. Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

helcna: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

terezidave: fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

coloryote: hustlerose: hustlerose: i have kin memories of drinking hot cocoa and getting fucked while watching polar express update: turns out when you have kin memories of your own life they’re just called memories. sorry for the confusion!

memory-of-amalgamy: asciiheart: @terrificallytranstrid it got worse PLEASE LET THERE JUST BE AN ART PROJECT SOMEWHERE ABOUT THE WORST WAY TO ENTER A PHONE NUMBER PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

helcna: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach

carryonmy-assbutt: fuckyoutubers: do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach well this just triggered it you asshole

Memories of amazing moments with you. Oh I reblog them daily in my head ❤️

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

I just finished one of the best anime I’ve seen in a long while, it made me cry so much though. But if you like romance/ drama/ school/ psychological anime then you should watch it. Ef - A Tale of Memories. It reminds me of Clannad, but not really.

ourcamplife: Make memories with those you love. In the end, you won’t have the souvenirs, the statuses or even the photos - they will all disappear over the years. In the end, you’ll have only the memories of the times you shared together. Big thanks

quarterbackmike1: wow i just pictured robert and some girl trying to put a condom on robert and all i hear him saying is “What are you doing! thats not how you do it! You little fat!”

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

Memories fade and I don’t even care to look anymore… my image of you you’ve managed to destroy and with it my trust and want… I wish you the best but life goes on n it’s not worth the pain when there is no pleasure…I

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

You will live for ever in the memories of life

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

You know a thing that came to my head now? Korra needed to find Raava to get her memories back But she somehow IS Raava So Korra needed to find herself

coffeepeople: How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of

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