Natalee 16, Melbourne.
She choose to disregard all sense of realism, and push people away.
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
Sylvia Plath. (via theviennasecession)
(via dyke-recovery)
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Between Two Lungs: Only If For A Night - Florence and the Machine
-And I had a dream
About my old school
And she was there all pink and gold and glittering
I threw my arms around her legs
Came to weeping
Came to weeping
And I heard your voice
As clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange
And so surreal
That a ghost should be so…
She rolled to the side and rested her hand upon her abdomen, crying out as the pain threatened to evoke a fury in her that she had done well to mask. His heavy breathing masked hers as he checked her pulse. Satisfied, he drew his foot back as she drew in her breath and delivered the final blow. She held her head in her arms, pulling at her hair to feel any other than the pain he had brought upon her as she listened to his retreating footsteps, light and gentle against the hard wood floor.
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People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted (via 4mbivalent)
(via dolus)
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The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski (via vyrkin)
(Source: staysunshine, via ch1ckpea)
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