Hush, hush, hush, my wasted heart.


Dying like a shooting star.

You carry starlight in your wake.
Yet, we're all stories in the end.




Read the Printed Word!



Pockets full of stones.

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modmad:

simplychicandclassy:

cute petticoat dress

oh and by the way I found where you can buy this

modmad:

simplychicandclassy:

cute petticoat dress

oh and by the way I found where you can buy this




sevnilock:

Spring(catlock)



myminiaturedisasters:

Welcome to Night Vale



I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.


— Stephen Hawking (via cumberbatchs)



suparlak:

"I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process." — Vincent van Gogh

suparlak:

"I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process." 
— Vincent van Gogh




Remember me for centuries (x)



grunge-aesthetic:

The Grunge Aesthetic

grunge-aesthetic:

The Grunge Aesthetic




bands-and-stuff-alike:

They’re just girls breaking heartsEyes bright, uptight, just girls

bands-and-stuff-alike:

They’re just girls breaking hearts
Eyes bright, uptight, just girls




kaethebutcherillustrations:

Missing Pieces (My Valentine) 
by Kaethe Butcher

kaethebutcherillustrations:

Missing Pieces (My Valentine) 

by Kaethe Butcher








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