Babe, there's something magic about you.

Elodie Hart. 24. News photog. Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden. just to sit outside your door. Babe, there's something wretched about this. Something so precious about this. Oh what a sin

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She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well

George R.R. Martin  (via ffisher)

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