From the shadows of death to the joys of life
From the shadows of death to the joys of life
I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.


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Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober. (via laurenrosenicole)

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Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture. Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via chyertimaiden)
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