thefuckingsun:

Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you

Because you’re mine, I walk the line
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide

(via thefuckingsun)

She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body.
-  La Nausée, Jean-Paul Sartre  (via loveage-moondream)

(via seabois)

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