Aurora Orianna, Seventeen, Montana.

I like iconic people (especially Monroe, Cobain, Hepburn, Bowie, Dylan, Joplin, and Von Teese), coffee, tea, amethyst and rose quartz, white sheets, dark rooms, pokemon, rain, comic books (spiderman fetish), sketches, beautiful people, sweaters, curves, softness, firmness, lace, sandalwood, embracing, hazelnuts, strong brows, cat eyes, shallow breath, angst, smoke, pinups, sci fi, nostalgia, nintendo, poignancy, soy, music, incense, dreamcatchers, you, you, you.

I fucking love Quentin Tarantino and Alan Moore.

Most everything will relate to me in some way.

Pictures of me are tagged self.





Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

Does someone have a solution for pizza face?

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