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sight, sound, taste, touch, smell
“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lolita."
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i should have said this way back when it mattered

"YOU FUCKING MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL IN FRONT OF EVERYONE WITH YOUR CONSTANT FLIRTING AND ATTENTION TO GIRLS WHO WEREN’T EVEN ME. AND YOU KEPT BLAMING IT ON ALCOHOL AND ME "OVERREACTING" AND HAVING NO TRUST AND BECAUSE I WANTED YOU AND WANTED TO SHOW YOU THAT I DO HAVE TRUST IN OTHERS, I LET YOU HAVE THAT FREEDOM THAT SHOULDN’T HAVE TO EXIST IN A REAL RELATIONSHIP. AND GUESS WHAT? YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF CONTROL WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK, I’VE BEEN DRUNK BEFORE AND I KNOW. AND IF YOU FUCKER DON’T THEN DON’T FUCKING DRINK THAT MUCH FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR FUCKING RELATIONSHIP AND THE SAKE OF THE GIRL WORRYING."

melachalent:

°˖✧ I FOLLOW BACK SIMILARS ✧˖°
Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.
-Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via funeral)
coltre:

We walked down, hand in hand, at least one million of stairs. And now that you’re gone I feel the void below every step.
fuckyeahmoleskines:

Research for my new piece - Find more on my Tumblr and Facebook page! :)
m-i-l-a:

Jemo and Elijah by me
ghostlys:

I found this while walking with a boy in a park right before he held my hand
"Why not?"
vvni:

I know I sound confused but do you ever get the feeling that you’re being used
Al Shep
dumbmovieblog:

Blue Valentine (2010)