honeynsalt

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; ' . ` . Im building my tepee outta fur n bones, with all my friends- they are films. 21 years of snowfall. Im Esar, your dotted line.

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust. by Alfred De Musset

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via i-belong-to-the-hurricane)

18:42

For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. by Albert Camus

(Source: inhaleindigo, via i-belong-to-the-hurricane)

18:09