I'm Kamelia. Camellia. کاملیا. Occasionally even Camille.
By whatever name you call me, I'm still the 20-something Anthropology student who hasn't a clue.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Reblogged from marzemino
“You don’t understand what my brother does. He writes his cons the way dead Russians write novels, with thematic arcs and embedded symbolism and shit. And he wrote me as the vulnerable anti-hero. And that’s why you think you want to kiss me. It’s a con.”
(Source : iphigenias)