May 2013
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fuckyeahgirlcrush:
every time I listen to Florence + the Machine I turn into a literal meadow dwelling nymph who wears raindrops as hats and sunbathes on a lilypad
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I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me...
– We Were Emergencies, Buddy Wakefield (via noxtalgic)
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Burn all of your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker...
– Shinji Moon, Advice From Dionysus (via colberting)
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i never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair until your teeth grazed my pulse and i realized you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms but instead you chose to kiss
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Why Alana Might Not Be What She Appears
hushthenoise:
Alana Bloom may seem like a warm, nurturing, caring person and the “moral center” of this otherwise warped show, but I believe there are indicators throughout the episodes that imply otherwise.
It’s a shorter post than you think, just hit the read more.
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The killing scenes in the latest episode of...
nabokovsshadows:
‘Film your murders like love scenes, and film your love scenes like murders’.
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dirrtyflowerchild:
another reminder.
the world is heavy but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 lbs
ounce for ounce they are stronger than steel
atom for atom you are more precious than diamond
and stars have died so that you may live
you need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless
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April 2013
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You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d...
– Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via larmoyante)
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