Black Beauty | Lana Del Rey
You have no room for light
Love is lost on youso dreamy
i just love old things so much. i love standing in a ruin knowing that it was once a city or a building real people lived and walked in, or seeing a weapon someone used to wield to fight for a nation that no longer exists, or a statue of someone who’s been dead for thousands of years. i love hearing songs that have been sung for centuries, or eating foods with ancient recipes. i love the idea that even when people have passed and civilisations have fallen there are still little pieces of the past we can feel today.
“‘Perhaps you will wake up and find the sun shining and the birds singing,’ she said compassionately. (…) ‘Perhaps it will be fine tomorrow,’”— Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse
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“How stupid of me to think that I was the only flower in your garden”
- (C.B)
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