leprechauns & unicorns

Bianca, 17, just a wandering phoenix lost in this wild world.
He hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via mutamur)

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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are the only
person you
need to be
good enough
- 5:43 p.m. (You’re already good enough for everyone else)

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