February 2012
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There was once a sunny afternoon in mid June, where the trees danced and the leaves scattered to elope with the sky. There was once a vivid stillness of sunlight against my skin as there was once a grace in all things tangible.
But tonight the steel light posts are my kin under the navy blackness of the sky, and the fog my ancestry afloat the present. I am not sure, at least not anymore, of...
hi i hate everything that breathes
January 2012
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I can't believe I'm moving to LA this fall.
alovelysortofdeath:
How terrifying it is
To be loved
By someone who has the choice not to..
Unconditionally.
bottom line
people are fickle
December 2011