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“There was always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.” —Anais Nin (via plainoljane) (via thedaysarenotfullenough) (via singlescoop) (via killingbambi) (via adelinamictlan)

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Lykke Li

whitecloth:

So soft, so suddenly
So that I can not breathe
I’m drawn into a circle painted black

Oh I’m hanging high
Oh won’t you let me down
Back where I started at
You know I’m a little lost

And when it hurts the most
I’ll push a little more
I’m back where I started at
You know I’m a little lost

Like lightning in my heart
A kiss so burning hot
I’m hanging on a thread that’s bound to drop

Like rain on open skies
Don’t know the reason why
But I’ll always choose the black in front of white

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