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To Beatrice -
darling, dearest, dead.

For Beatrice -
My love for you shall live forever.
You, however, did not.

For Beatrice -
I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

To Beatrice -
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
“That’s the end of that.”

For Beatrice -
You will always be in my heart,
In my mind,
And in your grave.

For Beatrice -
When we met my life began,
Soon afterward, yours ended.

For Beatrice -
When we were together I felt breathless.
Now you are.

For Beatrice -
Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice -
Our love broke my heart,
and stopped yours.

For Beatrice -
When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely.
Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice -
Dead women tell no tales.
Sad men write them down.

For Beatrice -
No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.

For Beatrice -
I cherished, you perished.
The world’s been nightmarished

For Beatrice -
We are like boats passing in the night -
particularly you.


by Lemony Snicket, Dedications from A Series of Unfortunate Events (via borrowedlitany)

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Vampire Weekend, Cool Trans [クールトランス] (June 2013 issue)
pieffysessanta:


 Steve Hiett
t-wirly:


the biggest questions in my life at the moment
unkemptly:

vintage
yehloser:


weeping sea tears
jacktoohey:


sexiness overload 
g-raceinyourheart:

NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOO!
THIS CANNOT HAPPEN NONONONONONONONONONONO

wandrlust:

Future Islands — Seasons (Waiting On You)

This song came on triple J today. I was alone in the car, singing my heart out on the highway.

sadillite:

I don’t want to get involved in this by Guido van der Werve