i followed fires.
your hands are kind, but who would know?
emily. twenty-five. barista. old soul. pretty. classy. hilarious. ridiculous. fantastic. exciting. dreams. delusions. seasons. adventures. struggles. victories. light & dark. love & pain. everything in between.

❝I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.❞

—Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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Not even that guy that was kissing you?

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my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague

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i took this at a bus stop — let’s just let that sink in for a bit

Missing this place something terrible, today and most other days too

My heart’s forever in England

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take me here,

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important, the runaways, cherie currie,

❝Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.❞

Michelle K., Some.  (via hughsdancys)

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august 12, 2014

new york city was extra cloudy and picturesque today

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midtooooown, new york city, take me here,

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coffee, art,

We alone can devalue gold
by not caring
if it falls or rises
in the marketplace.
Wherever there is gold
there is a chain, you know,
and if your chain
is gold
so much the worse
for you.

Feathers, shells
and sea-shaped stones
are all as rare.

This could be our revolution:
to love what is plentiful
as much as
what’s scarce.

—alice walker, we alone. (via ethiopienne)

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