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Saturday, May 26th, 2012
∞11:15 pm, reblogged from Wise Ignorance is Bliss by newromanticism32,562 notes

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∞10:29 pm, reblogged from Excuse me while I kiss the sky. by newromanticism10,481 notes

∞09:41 pm, reblogged from then hurt me by newromanticism7,748 notes

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moldavia: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey in Vogue Italia March 2012 by Ellen von Unwerth

moldavia:

Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey in Vogue Italia March 2012 by Ellen von Unwerth

∞09:00 pm, reblogged from You are part of everything. by newromanticism340 notes

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∞08:15 pm, reblogged from "A new dance turn." by newromanticism49 notes

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∞07:23 pm, reblogged from "A new dance turn." by newromanticism22 notes

I have so much of you in my heart.
John Keates  (via langste)

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∞06:34 pm, reblogged from Where Hormones Run Wild by newromanticism1,289 notes

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.
Sylvia Plath, Ariel (via dahudge)

∞01:18 am, reblogged from stay golden by newromanticism18 notes

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∞01:12 am, reblogged from gay swag; by newromanticism5,311 notes

What makes you happy?

Never being left alone. 

Also, candy. 

∞12:51 am, question from Anonymous, answered by newromanticism

Oh Billy Joel.

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.

She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

And she only reveals what she wants you to see,

She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me.

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.

She can ask for the truth but she’ll never believe you,

And she’ll take what you give her as long as it’s free.

Yeah she steals like a thief but she’s always a woman to me. 

∞12:17 am, by newromanticism4 notes

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∞12:05 am, reblogged from Where Hormones Run Wild by newromanticism4,760 notes

Lonely night.

Anyone want to talk?

newromanticism.tumblr.com/ask

∞12:01 am, by newromanticism

Friday, May 25th, 2012
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∞07:18 pm, reblogged from then hurt me by newromanticism3,338 notes

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The Tallest Man On Earth // Where Do My Blue Birds Fly

He has such a Bob Dylan sound.

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∞06:43 pm, reblogged from Euphoria by newromanticism86 notes

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