"WORDS ARE WIND."
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 lineYou’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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