Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art. ☽ ☼
ancient-hoe:
The Shiver of the Vampires, by Jean Rollin.
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aquietwild & thesongoftheswan
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happy winter solstice 🌞
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ouiouhie:
the siren 🌊
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