I am a work in progress
(read my tags, because they may entirely change the meaning of my posts.)
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As of lately
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Falling dreaming (by Cristina Hoch)
(via midwestern-dirt)
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
(Source: starsgoboom, via hazeltown)
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(Source: whereisthecoool, via posteds)
(via philenna)
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar (via hazeltown)
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illustrations by vienna based creative studio, atelier olschinsky
(Source: andrewharlow)
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Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.
Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
(Source: venula, via fleurishes)
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blua:
(Source: michellewilliamss)
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An extra close up of my face. I just kind of like the way my eye looks.
Wild Thing. (by .Stellar.)
Mondongo for COMME des GARÇONS (2008)
Thread
(Source: shoulderblades, via posteds)
As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.
1Q84 - Haruki Murakami
(Source: beccatong, via apartofmeisdissolving)
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