what dreaming used to be

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A cold shove, an eerie love, a whip crack, you won't come back.

My name's Rosie, I'm 20.
I like sea creatures, special tattoos, short hair, dresses, people who aren't a cliche, cocktails, film photography, 50s/pin-up style and lights.
I dislike fake polaroids, the colour pink, kids' tv shows, bad spelling/grammar and pointless photographs.

April 4, 2011

"There were some buildings. They were these really tall buildings and they could walk. Then there were some vampires. One of the vampires bit the tallest building and his fangs broke off. Then all his other teeth fell out. Then he started crying. And then all the other vampires said, “Why are you crying? Aren’t those just your baby teeth?” And he said, “No, those are my grown-up teeth.” And the vampires knew that he couldn’t be a vampire anymore so they left him. The end."

Max’s story, Where the Wild Things Are (2009)

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