the sliver in my memory...

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

“

—	Mark Twain (via tinychatter)

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Rosemary // Deftones

Stay with me
As we cross the empty skies
Come sail with me
We play in dreams
As we cross through
Space and time
Just stay with me

The feels. All of them.

Do-Ho Suh.

okay real life mystery like where did kings of Leon go
my sex is still on fire and I need them to come back and put it out

via starseedthoughts

Black in Deep Red, Mark Rothko, 1957.

This, though.