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Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist (via violentwavesofemotion)

F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via thelovejournals)

caught in the middle // paramore

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He made it seem like home // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

mood

  “listen, achi,” (a nickname she has no right to, really, but does she ever?) “ i know you’re a southerner or whatever, but do you have to look so… american?” whatever herculean (no pun intended) task she’s cleared in order to end up on their good side for tonight comes undone just like that, but peace never lasts long between them anyway. she grins, cocking her head to the side in faux consideration. “maybe.. change your shirt.. and your pants.. all that, you know, so as to not scare the local eurotrash or whatever.” 

they were never civil, though many times, they’d claimed to be ‘perfectly fucking civil, thank you very much’, and the change in their environment would not change their personality. “ jesus. ” it’s muttered under their breath as they speak. of course, they could just play the sorry you spoke in my deaf ear could you never repeat what you said again, thanks card, but they knew for a fact that it would end in frustration on both sides. “ sorry, sweatheart, is this — ” they gesture to their wardrobe ( a black t-shirt paired with black jeans ) “ — too american for you? also, we’re in a tourist destination, there are plenty of people dressed worse than i. you for example. ”