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Noortje, 19, the Netherlands
"   The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.   "
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via kitty-en-classe)

(via blackshivers)

"   I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.   "
Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro  (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via ontheedgeofdarkness)