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(Source : yellowmidnight, via gardenvisuals)
Dire à toutes ces putains qu’ils me donnent la gerbe et sentir le doux parfum du soulagement vaporiser l’air, envahir les fluides d’amertumes et se frayer un chemin vers leur pauvre têtes anoblies par cette connerie vertueuse que l’on nomme vanité. Le cuisant constat des années qui passent, c’est bien l’idée que les même cartes s’abattront toujours, qu’importe le tapis de jeu. Un fourbe et une catin, tels un valet et une reine qui se meurt en silence dans leur méphistophélétique apparat.
December 10 _ Jule again at Père Lachaise Cemetery
Little girls hanging out under the bridge - Britte, Marie & me. After N*E*R*D
Jule - Place des Vosges - August 10
It was uppon a time..
(via killjoyyyyy)
When I’ve met this guy I was totally stoic and I know that inside he was like “what the fuck with this weirdy girl, doesn’t she know who i fucking am ?”
.. But for sure I enjoy it Bret don’t mater I’m just a symbol of our ungrateful youth, like you were before us…
Père Lachaise with Jule 26.02.10
Silas and me after his show @ la flêche d’or, Paris. It was still snowing and we spent the whole night in a freaky place.. (Serena’s House is totally fuck up so it was a little bit crazy..)
I remember the first time you looked at me, I was this nowhere girl and you an evil guy with an angel face. The most beautiful evil i’ve never seen before..
