野狐

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You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. ~Anna Akhmatova

about a girl poetry static face

Frame it.
Hang it.
Sit on a bean bag.
Stare.

Posted February 17, 2011 with 23 notes VIA Origin

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Frame it. Hang it. Sit on a bean bag. Stare.
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