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When you come out of the storm, you wonât be the same person who walked in. Thatâs what this stormâs all about.
Haruki Murakami (via naturaekos)
mood:Â wanting sex with you
Where do I purchase all of these? Please help.
You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
The Weeknd (Abel Tesfaye)
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Scratching your head on MDMA
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[Montauk - Part 3]
wine, cigarettes, and you â
moments. Â
so what if the echoes of chronos run through my veins pumping nightmare fuel into my heart and so what if iâm made of things that are dark
in nature?
we can pretend the universe is not buried in the shadows where God canât see no matter how bright that sun shines and how fresh this air is that we breathe
our galaxy is moving 515,000 miles per hour around a giant black hole with shark teeth and we stand here as pixels of consciousness â
grounded on our feet
praying to the dark sun and watching the black helicopters burn. Â what if we are a string of unstable electrons in the nucleus of an experimental dimension bearing the consequences of itâs errors
at the mercy of a creator unwilling to accept defeat
moving between galaxy clusters and different dimensions â
seeking the original path of the divine source before it was hijacked and diverted by [classified]
our history is buried in the shadows and weâve lost touch with who we truly are and we still find a reason to smile because even if the world collapses into nothing
weâll still have each other.
third base is when he sees u cry for the first time
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I see your face everywhere that I go Itâs the only thing that reminds me of home
Irises (with details), Vincent van Gogh, 1889.Â