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Hell,” I said. “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.

Hemingway

3 weeks ago

Come on skinny love
just last the year,
Pour a little salt
we were never here.
My, my, my, my,
my, my, my, my,
Staring at the sink of blood
and crushed veneer.

And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind.
In the morning
I’ll be with you,
But it’ll be a different kind.
I’ll be holding all the tickets,
And you’ll be owning
all the fines.

“Skinny Love,” Bon Iver

2 months ago

Running Up That Hill- Placebo
My go-to song to fuel my melancholy.

How I feel this week.

How I feel this week.

(Source: etsy.com, via observando)