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you told such simple lies

for vagabonds who indulge in behaviors that cut ten years off their lifespans and add ten paragraphs to their life stories.

THE SUN WAS SPILLING KEROSENE...
19 year old UC Berkeley engineering nerd.
I like: western high fashion and Asian street fashion; electronic beats and emo lyrics; bonfires and coffee shops; Mean Girls and Harry Potter references; jutting hipbones and too-bright eyes; boys with acoustic guitars.
I like: things that are beautiful and broken; pretty words that don't make sense; nostalgia for what never existed; things that can't be defined; songs that sound better in the dark; believing too much in the endless possibilities.

ask me anything

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
{Love is the movment.}

Jan 30

suzywire:

In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a soldier, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the the other two. ‘Do it,’ says the king, ‘for I am your lawful ruler.’ ‘Do it,’ says the priest, ‘for I command you in the names of the gods.’ ‘Do it,’ says the rich man, and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me - who lives and who dies?

Taylor Swift

(Source: ofabeautifulnight, via suzywire)

(via blua)

(Source: tjpatrick, via blua)

Jan 29

“ I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

— Catherine Breillat (via blua)

(Source: waur, via chords)

Jan 27