Sober and Irrelevant

You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.
by The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via lungs-)
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seaof-gold:

why get out of bed when you can just not get out of bed

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ssaul:

they’re sick i want em

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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
by Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via venula)
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suicideblonde:

bohemea:

Alexander McQueen by Tim Walker, 2009

Miss you.

rawhides:

death-wishes:

you’re so pretty, love me

are you talking to the trees……..

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rawhides:

death-wishes:

you’re so pretty, love me

are you talking to the trees……..

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