“And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.”

aiko/semi-hiatus

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Achilles to Patroclus (in Aeschylus’s Myrmidones)
“Does it mean nothing to you, the unblemished thighs I worshipped and the showers of kisses you had from me?”
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Oscar Wilde   (via aqf)
“A burnt child loves the fire.”
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“Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.”
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a.p. (via sunst0ne)
“I think my atmosphere still contains traces of you because each time my lungs breathe in I feel this overwhelming ease course through my veins, and I am reminded of how much I once adored you. But this feeling is followed by the swift infliction of agony to my heart. Yet, I take another breath.”
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The Grand Budapest Hotel (2013, dir. Wes Anderson)

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nerdderek:

LIBERAL ARTS
→ a mix of wonderfully pretentious indie for all of us liberal art, hipster fucks

{LISTEN}

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Dom Pérignon after inventing champagne (via joannalannister)
“Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!”
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Chelsea Wolfe, from Numb As The Winter
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“One day you’ll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes, and you’ll feel fine.”
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punkrockluna:

riannafinch:

***crush fairy strikes again***

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

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