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24. Louisville. Harlot Scarlet Queen of Bourbon Country. Ask. Me.

Hysteric!
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
- e.e. cummings (via serialchillers)

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3 hours ago

beyoncevevo:

"touch my butt and give me pizza" image

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6 hours ago
tragicoquotidiano:

Gustav Klimt.

hellomolls:

*swallows a watermelon seed* *thinks about that episode of Rugrats*

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1 day ago