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mibastalaluna · 8 months
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i know that it's exciting running through the night,
but every perfect summer is eating me alive
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mibastalaluna · 8 months
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ma lei è una ragazza con troppa vita e di certo non la indosserà con me
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mibastalaluna · 11 months
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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.
- Viv Albertine
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎, 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 (𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟷)
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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and i'd bake you cakes and biscuits just to hear you laugh at how bad I am at cooking. i'd write you poems on coffee stained paper and send you letters anytime I miss your eyes. I'd take you to the lake or the beach or wherever you want just to be alone with only the stars watching our secret kisses. i'd leave it all just to wake up everyday by your side in a small cozy cottage. i'd freeze myself at night just to make sure you'll be covered and safe. i'd spend my summer nights making love to you under the stars. and i'd grow old with you still telling you words of love and poetry, while your eyes brighten anytime I try to look deeply into your beautiful soul
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself, the challenge is to silence the mind.”
— Book of serenity
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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or you're just scared as fuck
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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So I’ll wait for you… and I’ll burn 
Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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Abandoned Catholic Church. Italy. .
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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❝With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?❞
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IG: waltzofart 🖤
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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December 16, 1930
The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.”
[Text ID: “We grow. It hurts at first.”
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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you loose your way, just take my hand
you're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again
don't look too far, right where you are that's where I am
Mariners Apartment Complex - Lana del Rey
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mibastalaluna · 1 year
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can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?
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