April 2012
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“They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream. Our path...”
– ERNEST DOWSON
I want to touch you so badly I want you to feel it...
mtn. baby →
resist-psychicdeath:
girl writes all her letters to one man. her name means wind-song, and her voice is made of bones. she is a madonna in the Cambodian circus. she smokes cigars and prays to dead poets. she eats sunflower seeds in the afternoon. the man she writes to thinks she is made of poppies. he drinks wine…
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"...where it clicks against the pearl."
MOCKINGJAY
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March 2012
