(Source: d3ssins, via happpynesss)
(Source: d3ssins, via happpynesss)
"There are sealed pages in my heart, Traced with illumined hand, That none can see, and if they did, Oh! Who would understand? But thou, by some strange sympathy, Hast thrown a searching look, And read at sight the hardest scroll Indorsed within the book."
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Eliza Cook
(“Stanzas, Adressed to Charlotte Cushman”, 1851)
"She is: Hitchhiking along the road less followed"
love interruption // jack white
I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
(via sexmusic)
am i dreaming?
Dear Siggy and Ellie,
This is for you.
Love Anni xx
He left me standing in the cold, wires on my hands. He’s gone. Whispers over there tell me to follow, but I can’t move. I just stand. Alone. Afraid. Will he come back? I don’t know. I hear them calling. How do they know my name? I must fight. But why? Let them take me. Let them come. Let me rest.
