Monday, September 22, 2014
Songs are as sad as the listener. Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via noodzindaforest)

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Thursday, September 18, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
I have so much of you in my heart. John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)
I think when the butterflies that you used to have for someone start having sharper wings, it’s time to let him go. A E P (via nylonpinksy)
Monday, September 15, 2014

my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it:

hey sorry im late i didnt want to come

Sunday, September 14, 2014

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I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again

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Saturday, September 13, 2014
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared. Lois Lowry, The Giver (via quotethat)
Friday, September 12, 2014

gracehelbig:

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Pug goes crazy in his first ball pit!

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”I think I wrote a thousand letters, that time.”

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Thursday, September 11, 2014