Jane and Serge
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i’m welcoming you with open arms, lovely june
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via honeyforthehomeless)
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fingers trace your every outline, painting pictures with my hands
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chels✝
all that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. from ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king
