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Breathe me.
fuck yeah florence welch
lacieti
i want no more than this
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infinite-angels: reblogging this again, because it’s necessary as a reminder for you to put the glass down.
brokenmachine:
Gay Movies & Shows
loafofjemontoast
Diga ao primeiro que eu sou da cachaça mais do que
electrai: favourite poem of all time whoa
aseaofquotes: Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
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aseaofquotes: Hilary Mantel, An Experiment in Love
My Shadow is the only friend that I have
gebrochenegestalten: <3
itsonlythewind
i wanna watch a movie but i also wanna finish this book but i also wanna go to bed but i also wanna eat something but i also wanna finish that tv series but i also wanna drink something but i also wanna do something with my life do you see my dilemma
apoetreflects: Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card, n.d.
eaten//rotten
ladymargaerytyrell: Weekend (2011)
aseaofquotes: Alan Bradley, A Red Herring Without Mustard
lingchi
U P R I S I N G
caturpillars: 8yrs: a nos amours (1983)
Leucósia
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praises: all adults do is ask me about my plans for college like don’t you want to know what my favorite color is
adrieldaniel: “I was trained to turn loneliness into laziness.” ― Bill Callahan
ambiguphobic: It’s only 56 days before 2014 and I feel like the only thing I’ve done this year was disappoint everyone including myself
vibesfous: I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped;And I was in the darkness, so darkness I became.
ME QUERO DE VOLTA
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makemestfu: EVERYTHING RELATE
thebaronofthebells: my week isn’t complete without at least 3 mental breakdowns
cuddly-ash: headfirstforieros: Do you remember when you first heard your favorite band? Remember how the singer’s voice sounded perfect, like it’s the voice you’ve been waiting to hear your entire life? How the drums arose something that was hidden
Hell of grunge
aseaofquotes: — Jorge Luis Borges