we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anais Nin

(via balidomalido)


wish i had friends that would go to queer club nights with meee

Julian Casablancas for GQ // Sept. 2014
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