I know you still think about me. I know that you still care and still wonder about us. I know…

I do, too.

I’m so broken.

ofallingstar:

Faustine and the Beautiful Summer (1972)

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I can’t stop thinking about…

You.

tkkatherineblog:

happyheidi:

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romxntiqe:

forever that girl that gets really excited when the sky is in pretty colours

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lylylylylylylylyly:

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tlirsgender:

Stress having physical effects is so stupid your body’s just like “you’ve been having a real shit time and I’m about to make it worse” I hope you die I hope we both die

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name:

I got a lot of beef with the concept of dust. absolutely no reason for something to get dirty just because nothing has touched it. bullshit.

the natural state of the world is producing dust all the time. weathering and decay feeds future growth. dust is just soil with no place to go

it could go outside where dirt goes

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kxowledge:

Mary Oliver, Peonies

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Ate Kat,

I love you and I will always miss you for all time, as long as I’m still in this lifetime. I know you will heaven a million times better.

happyheidi:

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