I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, “House of Leaves”

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Marion Fayolle
Solitude, 2012
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Look at the shit
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders  (via thenocturnals)


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