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wow we got matching shirts but forgot to take a pic……. at least we have matching bags pic. gonna miss u gracie ugh 💔 (at Isola at Mondrian SoHo)

wow we got matching shirts but forgot to take a pic……. at least we have matching bags pic. gonna miss u gracie ugh 💔 (at Isola at Mondrian SoHo)

Guy Wiggins - Lower Fifth Avenue at Night

Guy Wiggins - Lower Fifth Avenue at Night

(Source: dawnawakened)

"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 

(Source: larmoyante, via 5000letters)

Miles Fischler
"But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires."
— James Joyce, ”Araby”

(Source: lora-mathis, via lifeinpoetry)

"The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster."
— Augusten Burroughs, Dry 

(Source: larmoyante, via 5000letters)

"I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.

II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.

III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.

IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.

V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.

VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
"
— Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him

(Source: clementinevonradics)

"He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him."
— Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him

(Source: larmoyante)