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I’m a wanderess. I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city. Don’t belong to no man. I’m the violence in the pouring rain. I’m a hurricane.
elysian: girls.
there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.
boom, butterfly effect.
and still you’ve got to dance, little liar —
mathías + heather.
elysian textposts pt. 3
lacrosse dirtbags + text posts
elysian textposts pt. 2
elysian textposts pt.1
nighthawks: football vs. lacrosse
book covers: elysian rpg.
¿Pero sobre su cuello en plan mal o en plan erótico? || Perdonen a Harvey, pero es que estamos intentando enseñarle a hablar como una persona normal y no como si estuviera en el campo. Así que, se refiere en plan mal. —joe
Gracias por la aclaración y suerte con la instrucción (ha rimado y todo).
harvey: 1-800-did-i-ask???????
Los de fútbol americano son más feos que la restauración del Ecce Homo.
Diversidad de opiniones que lo llaman.
We’re in the business of winning
Boom. Butterfly effect.
elysian rpg
“But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around ─they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late.”
«Chaos envelopes our existence. We are adrift on the turbulent waves hatched by the beat of the butterfly’s wing.»