Quelqu'un m'a dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand

Quelqu'un m'a dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand
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solitaria:

The Key (by Lulu the Bold)
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"Sometimes I wish I could love you or could begin to love you or really just sit across from you at some café table just to get a whiff of what’s in your bones. I wouldn’t love you for real. I don’t know how to do that. And I don’t think you’d love me for real either. But I’d get close to you, the kind of close right before you and a stranger begin to dance, when they put a hand on the small of your back and draw you in. We could learn to exist in the space between us, letting the dizzying claustrophobia fill our lungs."
(via typewriterdaily)
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asifthisisme:

Chris John Millington
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(by v.a.l.e.n)
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"I want to be a good artist. Writer. I want to be able to turn my pain into beautiful art. But I am too tired. Too worn out. Run down. I used to be able to write poems and lyrics. I used to be able to write songs. But the sadness has consumed me. I used to be good at math. Motivated to do something with my life. But the sadness has consumed me. I used to be a good friend. Selfless and caring. But the sadness has consumed me. I used to be a person. But the sadness has consumed me."
(via imrawandinvincible)
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"She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness."
Joe Hill (via thatlitsite)
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proserrpina:

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arunaea:

fashion is art | via Tumblr on We Heart It.
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punkmonsieur:

Jimmy q
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fashion-clue:

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