Victoria, 18, Toronto. I want to be a writer and make art, that’s the only thing I’m ever sure of.
I always think of each night as a song.
Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric,
from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
how to make love stay

Anonymous asked: Two things I never knew about you: 1. We're actually really similar. 2. You are a really good writer.

This is really, really nice. Thank you so much. 

Anonymous asked: What's your secret?

It’s because my name is Victoria right 

It’s odd that a month from now, I’ll be in Europe.

waltdisneywithblood:

Jean-Luc Godard directs Anna Karina and Jean-Claude Brialy on the set of Une Femme est Une Femme (1961).
(Via)
"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life." by Happy Birthday Walt Whitman

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nikenji:

Some mornings you stumble upon something essential.
pulmonaire:

You by Aldo Chaparro Winder
"I think it’s important to consider that billions of years before we were students and mothers and dog trainers and priests, we were particles that came together to form into star after star after star until almost forever passed, and instead of a star what formed was life—simplistic, crude, miraculous. And after another almost infinity, there we were. This is why for you, anything is possible. Because you are made of everything." by Augusten Burroughs 

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