MOVING FORWARD

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good morning

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Gale’s first beach. 

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Start of rainy season.

[fandomjunky]

Who knew that these characters were going to change us for the rest of our lives…

[rancealot]

1x01 // 8x16

I just love the parallels in between these two. The colours in the first are cold, and sad, whereas they are now warm and happy. She went from fearing the mysteriousness bird to finding joy in knowing what it meant. He went from hiding from her, to standing in front of her. She went from leaving alone, to leaving hand in hand with him. 

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Dear Diary, today will be different. Today I will smile. It will be genuine. Because today is the day that I get to live again. This life will be good and beautiful. But not without heartbreak. In death comes peace. But pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive. And life goes on.

[fleurishes]

1. The Victorians honored human hair because it was the only trait of the body that remained after death. I shaved my legs in your shower. I hid long strands of myself in your pillowcases. That is all that is left. 2. Thinking of someone else during sex is a cardinal sin punishable by nothing. 3. The heart is wanting. The heart is perpetually two-years-old. The heart is bad at sharing. The heart is a hungry gas tank. The heart is not a metaphor. 4. When the teacher asks you what grade you think you deserve, you will always say B+. 5. 90% of Americans will vote for Obama because the night before the election, he will slow dance with his wife and kiss her forehead and we will want so badly to believe that they actually fucking love each other. 6. Writing a list of ways I could be better and writing a suicide note are the same thing. 7. The heart lives in a packed elevator. It doesn’t know what floor its waiting for but it wants it wants it wants to get off. 8. The Victorians believe when you write a poem from an airplane that moment becomes suspended in the sky forever, like a ornament in God’s mobile. So now you know: somewhere between Phoenix and Las Vegas, a thousand miles up, there you are like a grocery list pinned to blue.

~ Sierra DeMulder, “Facts Written From an Airplane” (via conflictingheart)

[conflictingheart]

[conflictingheart]

So we gathered up the broken stars, lit a spark, put them back up in the sky. If you can wish on their falling, imagine what you can do bringing them back to life.  ~ Good Luck 

[conflictingheart]

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If only autumn happens in our country. 

[conflictingheart]

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Need to read and buy more books then. :)

[dear-photograph]

Dear Photograph,

You were taken one month before these two love birds were married. He was a decorated World War ll Veteran and she was a wonderful mother to his nine wonderful children. If they'd been given just a few more moments to spend being wrapped up in each other’s arms, they would’ve celebrated sixty-six years of marriage this year. Still, every night before she falls asleep, she whispers “I love you”…to the empty space next to her in bed.

Their loving grandchild,

Colleen

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Maybe the reason why I love watching the sunset and keep posting a picture of it is because I feel a deep connection to it. Its actually kinda fun when you’re doing it and the trickiest part is knowing when to stop.