Laika, i'll make you proud.

la mundane anarchist.

Anonymous asked: are you in love with anyone?

Yes. Myself.

war-d:

She’s stunning

war-d:

She’s stunning

(via massiveconquest)

Love is poison.

The feeling of missing someone you used to love.

Can’t be doing with this right now.

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My making shall be my destruction.
He once told me my skin was soft
and asked me to look into his eyes
to find a truth, and so he could press
one kiss upon my starven lips.
The force that started my making,
why so silent now? Because I,
so new to lust, couldn’t learn in time
to stop and feel the truth that shone,
like stars, in your dark eyes?
No stars now, and also my skin is
not soft, no longer starven lips.
I am used, I am unreturnable, I am soiled.
Forgive me my destruction!
It’s all I seem able, just to keep
the sting of metal
from dirty skin
for now.
Come again love, my making, I beg you
to save me from destruction
perhaps one last time?

scrollin down my dashboard with my tongue as I lick ice cream of my iPod screen. Like a bawssss.

(Source: dtaylorhome, via eeveelutionary)

Foolish me for thinking Humpty might have learnt to balance on his wall.

Wish I had a boyfriend who would sing me to sleep :(

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