Inspired By Nour
Anonymous asked:
The reason your bestie doesn't tell you she's sick is because she's not sick she's an attention whore :)

oh hey Tarah, I know youre a huge fan of Britanie’s and you most likely have a fansite, or shrine. But please leave my Tumblr page out of this. 

The only known video footage of Anne Frank

The only known video footage of Anne Frank

(Source: belledepelichy, via unrealistic-paradise)

love is mean. and love hurts.
“It is her. She is an artist. It is her music. Because when she talks in interviews she has pain in her eyes. Which reflect in her songs. True artists know heartbreak.”

“It is her. She is an artist. It is her music. Because when she talks in interviews she has pain in her eyes. Which reflect in her songs. True artists know heartbreak.”

Anonymous asked:
who are you

Ponderer of life.


Force me to face the feverish fire inside my fragile heart. Someone once told me that in excess sensibility looms excess pain. It wasn’t my words he brushed, but my heart. It wasn’t my eyes he penetrated, but my soul.

Force me to face the feverish fire inside my fragile heart. Someone once told me that in excess sensibility looms excess pain. It wasn’t my words he brushed, but my heart. It wasn’t my eyes he penetrated, but my soul.


saturday night thought flow

Every action is to be questioned. And answered. And concluded. And put away. But what happens when the answers are not answers but more questions? What happens when there are no conclusions in sight?



Methamphetamines (a song written by Del Rey while she was battling her disease. There is something so disturbing and eery about this song.)
Pink flamingo, Blue 50’s queen, Blue oyster globe For then, a dream. Why don’t we go to Coney Island? When the autumn, that guy I saw, through record spins. Blue 50’s song the horrendous look, shimmer neon palm sway. What’s happening? Where did we go? The Jersey Shore was long ago, As we fly hopes and oceans grow. and so I bid you farewell

Methamphetamines (a song written by Del Rey while she was battling her disease. There is something so disturbing and eery about this song.)

Pink flamingo, Blue 50’s queen, Blue oyster globe For then, a dream. Why don’t we go to Coney Island? When the autumn, that guy I saw, through record spins. Blue 50’s song the horrendous look, shimmer neon palm sway. What’s happening? Where did we go? The Jersey Shore was long ago, As we fly hopes and oceans grow. and so I bid you farewell
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