We Were Infinite

20. Female. Indiana.

Love: Wanderlust. Tattoos. Art. Jones Soda. Bike rides. Painting. Music. Love. Kisses. Nutella. Books. Cuddling.

Hate: Thunder. Centipeds. Gore movies. Peanut butter. Blisters. Humidity. Arrogant assholes.

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Naturally, one without a date on Saint Valentine’s Day hates the occassion. So fuck love. I’m going to dye my hair this morning, paint on canvas all day, and babysit the most amazing kid in the world while my step-father tries to woe my mother back in love with him. Good luck to your sir, you’ll need it, considering she’s in love with someone else who she can never have.

Why do you look so sad?

Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.

—Pierrot le Fou, 1965

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