Lost in Translation
“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”


Notes
About me.

ida Marie, 19, copenhagen, denmark

single, and i will not mingle, please no thank you

tchaikovsky, chopin, beethoven, schubert, joy division, the smiths, mew, the cure, the 1975s, arctic monkeys crystal castles, portishead

haruki murakami, sylvia plath, virginia woolf, albert camus, franz kafka, e.e. cummings, charles bukowsky, jean-paul sartre

wierdly fascinated with almost everything, mentally unstable, in love with cats, flowers, nights and autumn. 

 hi !!!

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