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pale fire

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“And he absolutely had to find her at once to tell her that he adored her, but the large audience before him separated him from the door, and the notes reaching him through a succession of hands said that she was not available; that she was inaugurating a fire; that she had married an american businessman; that she had become a character in a novel; that she was dead.” 
― Vladimir NabokovPale Fire

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jude law and a semester abroad

beach1 beach2 beach3 beach4 beach5 beach6 beach7 beach8 beach9 beach10 beach11 beach12 beach13 beach14 beach15 beach16 beach17 beach18 beach19 beach20 beach21 beach22 beach23 beach24 beach25 beach26 beach27Here’s a present to let you know I still exist. I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.

And I’ve got a plan. A sip for every second-hand tick. And for every time you fed me the line, “you mean so much to me…” I’m without you.

Tell all the english girls you meet, about the American girl back in the states. The American girl you used to date. Who would do anything you say.

And even if his plane crashes tonight, he’ll find some way to disappoint me. By not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea. I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you. And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

It’s 8:45. The weather is getting better by the hour. I hope it rains there all the time. And if you ever said you miss me then don’t say you never lied.

Never gonna get it right, you’re never gonna get it.

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ultraviolence

SONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCOn the deadly nightshift. Filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage. He hit me and it felt like a kiss.

It’s ultraviolence.

I could of died right there, cause he was right beside me. He hurt me but it felt like true love. Loving him was never enough.

We could go back to New York, loving you is really hard. Heaven is on earth. I would do anything for you, babe. Blessed is this union, crying tears of gold like lemonade.

I love you the first time. I love you the last time. Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines. Cause I’m your jazz singer, and you’re my cult leader.

It’s ultraviolence.

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