The teenage queen, the loaded gun...
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Destroy everything you love before everything you love destroys you.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.
-Hermann Hesse

(P.S. None of these pictures are mine unless I say so.)


May 19th | 1 Life update:
I’m home now and I don’t wanna unpack because it’s such a hassle.
I got a new dress, you can kinda see the top of it in this pic.
IT’S WARM! Yay!
Why am I still so exhausted.
I saw the new Star Trek today and it was fantastic like wow A+

Life update:

May 16th | 3

I’M DONE MUTHAFUCKAS

May 15th | 1

Update: I have two finals left and I will be busy packing and moving and shit until like Sunday so yeah peace until then sorry!

May 14th | 2 "I am trying to tell you something
but I think the cipher is written
on the marrow of my bones
and I don’t want to know
what you’ll need to do
to crack me.
"
— Gabriel Gadfly, from “Cryptography”
May 14th | 136 m-i-s-o:

another home-made tattoo for sean / 11.04.12 / {miso} 

m-i-s-o:

another home-made tattoo for sean / 11.04.12 / {miso} 

(via solsetur)

May 14th | 5 i only know they taste so sweet (by anne mumford)

i only know they taste so sweet (by anne mumford)

May 14th | 3

I trace the outline of my new muscle
and I see your jawline
and my finger running slowly across it.
My body is a map
and I have filled in some of the uncharted territory
that to you
will forever be a mystery.
It comes with the warning:
“Here, there, be dragons.”

May 14th | 0 "But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years."
— Madeline L’Engle
May 14th | 0

(by fiddle oak)

May 14th | 15172 "a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go
"
— e.e. cummings (via pythons)

(via atomiclanterns)


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