lana del rey / cinnamon girl
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@dustyislove
lana del rey / cinnamon girl
āall my grief says the same thing:this isnāt how itās supposed to be. this isnāt how itās supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it isā
ā Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)
But Iām gonā wait until you finish so I can talk some more About me and my things, my car, my livingā
baby Bliss vibes <3<3
The book does not end by completeness, but by proximity. The book does not end. It grows. It grows wildly or softly through our ability to bring ourselves to writing / to writing a book. It grows through our willingness to risk closeness.
Carrie Lorig, from Reading as a Wildflower Activist (via lifeinpoetry)
We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
Wow, havenāt posted on here in awhile, but Iāve had Dusty on the brain lately.Ā
even though you donāt love me (x)
āMineā, you say and butcher her delicate skin with your lips and teeth, scratch over rosy pink to leave dark red marks and stains in shapes of rose petals. You feel them burn like the first snow, pure and waiting for the scrape of your fingers to ruin her, your mouth raw as the cold winter moon.
āYoursā, she breathes, shudders when she feels your lips clawing and rasping at her neck and her shoulders to leave tattoos and souvenirs in shapes of rose petals that she treasures. You feel your blood and bones longing for her as red as Eveās apple, a passion that lingers underneath, her body a temple as hot as the burning summer sun.
- Mine/Yours | r.m upcoming in Fragments
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988) dir. Philip Kaufman