Poetic Recycling Of Urban Reality
moleculess:

source?
wine-loving-vagabond:

I can’t stop staring.

(via fre-ya)

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Soñé

soñé que mi primo tenía un accidente, y falleció, su velorio fue en un salón que mitad del cuarto era para velorios, y la otra mitad para una sala de juegos tipo arcade, lo más raro es que no había division entre ellos, y mis amigos iban a jugar y me veían en el velorio y tenían que abrazarme. También, mi abuelita estaba viva.

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It Was All A Dream..
fashionistazapatista:

this was karl lagerfeld in the 70s 
O_O
A Thought

A thought of a thought of a thought of a thought, like a memory of a memory of a memory of a memory, like a reflection of a reflection of a reflection of a reflection, like photo of a photo of a photo of a photo, like a thought of a memory of a reflection of a photo of a photo of a reflection of a memory of a thought.

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Mi canción de hoy.

I took a pill almost every night, In my mind I was waiting for change, while the world just stayed the same. 

I can’t remember if I like what I said, I can’t remember it went straight to my head, I kept a bottle by the foot of the bed, I put a pillow right on top of my head. But I killed for love.

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I just can’t wait to go to sleep, can’t wait to find out what tonight’s dream about.

I just can’t wait to go to sleep, can’t wait to find out what tonight’s dream about.

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“One must know when to be moral. And when I think of you as a girl I might sleep with, all I see is your faults. Though you must have some good qualities.” Adrien 
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