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“I’ll be inside you like a lover. I’ll kiss you from the inside, and it’ll feel...”
– Supervert, Necrophilia Variations (via gyseltrut)
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Thank you to those of you who have been messaging me as of recent. Even if I’ve been very quiet. While I’m not anywhere near better (doubting I will be for a while), it’s appreciative that people have tried to help me in some form or another. Those people know who they are.
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you had me at “i’ll choke you”
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himchanspenus: Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
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It's hard to be a goth when it's sunny and hot...
thefunerarydirgeofaviolinist: christinadeath: Me when it’s 90 degrees.
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“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its...”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via feuille-d-automne)
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“That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing. Whether they came at him with...”
– The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via torturegardens)
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yourtubes: *asks ouija board who unfollowed me*
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“Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The...”
– Requiescat, Oscar Wilde, 1881 Wilde wrote this poem for his sister Isola, who died of meningitis aged 9. (via mirroir)
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