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Lana Sosro, F, 21.
Indonesia.
Ask me anything

Shadows,
Of guilt,
All over her.

She is not dancing,
Over your misery,
No.

She’s still figuring out,
How to say,
Sorry.

fleurs-du-bien:

Harlequin’s Head, 1905 Pablo Picasso

Pulp Fiction (1994)

(Source: mulgarath)

Black shirt.
Black skirt.
Black umbrella.

My dear,
Are you mourning?

Oh, yes, she was.
She always is.
She always will.

She was grey.
He was grey.

She was violet.
He was violet.

She faded to white.
He bolded to black.

She bled to red.
He warmed to blue.

She loves,
He loves,
The thing,
That matters.

Only.

(Source: sisiud)

(Source: naut1calbynature)

(Source: plasmatics-life)

(Source: ever-pics)

Distance is fine.
Silence is fine.

He and she,
Are okay.

They are,
Rare breed.

Unlike,
Any other.

Sometimes,
It is okay,
To see the world,
Unclear.

Because sometimes,
The world,
Is not that pretty,
To be stared at.

To see the world,
Without edges,
Blurry sight,
Sleepy head.

Wandering mind.

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