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18. Metalworker. California grown. Buddha-full. I'm a morbid bitch with a good taste in music.
18. Metalworker. California grown. Buddha-full. I'm a morbid bitch with a good taste in music.
It’s so repulsive to me when people say “I’ll always love you” because it’s never true.
"But that mimosa grove— the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honeydew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since— until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another."
Lolita, Chapter 4
By Vladimir Nabokov
By Vladimir Nabokov
"I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad."
Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via tragic-eyes)
(Source: endangerment, via whenyoucantsleep)
A Letter to 18 yr. old me: Found this from my old Tumblr, I'm ridiculous. →
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Dear legal Trevi Alohilani Pendro,
First of all I’d like to say- Hey! You made it! You have graduated high school. Did you enjoy your junior and senior year at ACLC? I hope so. After taking all the initiative to deciding to go there and then telling Dad and all. How is he by the way? Work is…
Someone might get hurt but it won’t be me. I should probably
feel cheap but I just feel free..and a little bit empty.Everything is as it’s always been
This never happened