esn13:

Blank walls.   Unscratched window panes.   Wood shavings.
  (target)                     (trigger)                        (bombshell)

I walk into the new house like a soldier
in a new land. It smells like gunpowder
(or so I imagine.)        What stranger will I kill
                                   here?     How much of
                                   her
                                   will I remember,   and
                                   how much of her
                                   will I take back,
when I go into war
once again, some
place else         ?

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born-t0-lose:

Northlane - Corruption

born-t0-lose:

Northlane - Corruption

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I didn’t want to sleep. I never wanted to sleep these days. Then I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want the leaves turning, the nights turning dark early. Louise Glück, Radium (via feellng)

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beaub0ner:

Why has this got that many notes. No stop pls

beaub0ner:

Why has this got that many notes. No stop pls

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youngstate-s:

stonedhands:

spectrxms:

pitstink:

gardenburgerbabe:

sassy666fashion:

i want the pink haired boy


I’ve reblogged this 23840932 times but hes so beautiful i cant not ily bb 

pink hair suits him so much this is too cute someone hold me

zachary robinson is mine bye

ahhhh love me omg

youngstate-s:

stonedhands:

spectrxms:

pitstink:

gardenburgerbabe:

sassy666fashion:

i want the pink haired boy

I’ve reblogged this 23840932 times but hes so beautiful i cant not ily bb 

pink hair suits him so much this is too cute someone hold me

zachary robinson is mine bye

ahhhh love me omg

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retr0philia:

narcoticfairy:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.
On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden.

I’m crying this is so upsetting.

retr0philia:

narcoticfairy:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.

On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden.

I’m crying this is so upsetting.

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Deserve your dream. — Octavio Paz (trans. Eliot Weinberger), from “Toward the poem (Starting-Points)” (via the-final-sentence)

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Please don’t forget me i am important i am important i am here i am here i am here, 2013
grafx2, bitmap paint

Please don’t forget me i am important i am important i am here i am here i am here, 2013

grafx2, bitmap paint

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just reblog it. — (via wearenotdefinedbyhowhardwefall0)

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nuhtmeg:

wildtigah:

ju-das:

Omg

"Selfie for the bitches"

Relax . Fresh . Modern . Architecture

nuhtmeg:

wildtigah:

ju-das:

Omg

"Selfie for the bitches"

Relax . Fresh . Modern . Architecture

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