(Source: inconstantia, via jenngofett)
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May 23, 2012
May 20, 2012
"Deine Knie seien mein einziger Stuhl. Dein Rücken mein Tisch. Deine Augen mein Fenster. Dein Mund sei das Glas, aus dem ich trinke. Dein Herz meine Nahrung, dein Puls meine Uhr, dein Leben meine Zeit. Dein Atem sei meine Luft. Dein Geischt mein Mond, wenn du dich bei Nacht über mich beugst, und meine Sonne, wenn du bei Tag für mich lachst. Deine Stimme sei mein einziges Geräusch. Dein Puls meine Uhr, dein Leben meine Zeit. Dein Tod sei meiner."
May 19, 2012
(Source: disco-rock, via peitha)
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May 14, 2012
the skin is always softer on the other side.
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May 5, 2012
(Source: flickr.com, via weissesrauschen)
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(via dodization)
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(Source: elvishwisdom, via vict0rian)
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"I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted."
May 4, 2012
(via necroliate)
▲▲▲if you put your ear on the inner thigh of a complete stranger on the bus you can actually hear them say “what the fuck are you doing”
(Source: unsinkablelove, via mobscenity)
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May 3, 2012
Bring peace to my black & empty heart.
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April 28, 2012
April 27, 2012
April 26, 2012
“What was that girl like?”
“That girl is fiercly strong,
independent,
outspoken,
beautiful,
capable of anything.
And no man should be able to take that away from her.”
“She sounds great.
I look forward to meeting her again.”
