Please make the technology so I can turn up your love like some cold machine.
"At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon."
— F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
(Source: themethodtohermadness, via daddyfuckedme)
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isn’t it ironic
how we kill
flowers
because we
think that
they are
beautiful
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