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YOU ARE THE REASON

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tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.

@theartofmadeline
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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Origami Around
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art

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KIROKAZE

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@antibadvibeshield
Fernanda Ly for For Love & Lemons Fall 2017 Knitz Collection
It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It’s not a weakness. It’s your best strength.
Patrick Ness, The Ask and Answer (via wordsnquotes)
i want to get better but being a mess is my entire identity
Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
Unknown (via maybe-you-need-this)
Don’t say maybe if you want to say no.
Paulo Coelho (via wordsnquotes)
By Milica Balubdžić
a bee + yellow roses 🐝
Kyle Thompson
Sometimes you’re 25 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air (via coffeeandgrace)