i'll steal the stars.

i heard that more than ninety percent of the ocean remains undiscovered, so maybe that’s where i am. maybe that’s where i’ll find myself.

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I'll burn the bridge when I get to it [dead blog]

Call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. —Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via larmoyante)