There's a party in my head, and no-ones invitedI'm Tessa and I'm a little bit lost |
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If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind.
(Source: -silhouette, via lighthome)
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"I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful."
- Virginia Woolf,The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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