❝ — engine made of gold.

Is it all MINE? I can't let go. what little time we spent; PENNY on the floor. my desparation, is this a curse? 'til d e a t h do us part; for better or for worse. I have an E N G I N E made of gold. something so b e a u t i f u l, the world will never know; our roots are S T R O N G E R than you know. up through the concrete we will grow.

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A writer is a world trapped in a person.

Victor Hugo (via thelovejournals)