Anonymous asked: I had a dream about you. We were climbing stairwells, grabbing onto the rails. Shit was weird. I woke up thinking bout your face.
Um ok?
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Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters
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(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
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