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"We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars."
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katuriankaturiankaturian:

Patti finds her morning light.* *(before anyone has a conniption fit, it’s not a real gun)
thouswell:

The Joy of Living
boyx:

@ Stone House Cottage Gardens
fuckyouverymuch:

We hang you up to dry.
horreure:

Smile, please by Elaine Constantine for Vogue Italy, August 1999
brodieroset:

THIS EXACTLY THIS.

I just want to be pure.

“from my rotting body
flowers shall grow and
I am in them and
thats eternity”

(via crumbsofhell)

“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”

Tyler Kent White (via allwereallyneedisweed)