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I'm Samantha I live in Paris, I'm 18. I like
wine and books. I write and make banners sometimes. This is my inspiration/mood board for things I'm writing.

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But everybody knows that it is all about the things
That get stuck inside of your head,
Like the songs your roommate sings
Or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed.
She raised her hands in the air, asked you,
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Cause you’ve changed.
Yeah, you’ve changed.
Sunrises, sunsets.
You’re hopeful then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she’d stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.

oh rlly
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.
Sigmund Freud

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via volatilequeer)


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did everyone just quietly forgive pharrell for being in blurred lines


YO his stylist didn’t


(via blackmagicalgirlmisandry)

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Come Home (Michael Cassette Remix) :: Above & Beyond pres OceanLab


far and wide: mica in my house, kyoji takahashi for purple no. 4, winter ‘99-00
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Anonymous asked:
Into pooping sexually?


no that’s fucking gross

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Moodboard Beta

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