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One Nice Bug Per Day

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DEAR READER
we're not kids anymore.
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JBB: An Artblog!
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@creaturesunderwater
http://treecropslane.vsco.co/
No one loves like water does.
Emma Fineman ocean series oil on panel 2014
http://sashanoir.vsco.co/
Well, the main thing is that I understand now that children are not, like, angels who are corrupted by the world. Children lack empathy and learn it as they go. And they have rich and complicated interior lives from the very beginning. In short, I always imagined kids straightforwardly and it turns out that so far as I can tell from the very beginning they demand to be imagined complexly.
John Green
Scars are just another kind of memory.
M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans (via exoticwild)
We did not even have scars to remember him by. Just pictures in our head that we did not share, facts we could not agree on and colours that did not match.
"At least bright lights don’t bother him anymore. You know. Wherever he is."
I stared at Kevin with frozen eyes as the ice dam broke and water flooded forth.
"That’s awful," I managed to spill before the rest of my words were consumed between hiccups and sobs.
Embarquez pour une expérience interactive et immersive.
They called it "The Drowning Game."
My hand was tired, and aching and I was crying because this was nothing close to what Ben experienced. But I didn't stop because if I stopped I would drown, and Ben would be gone again.
froukedetaeye
Bruises fascinate me lol idk
baptism 3x
strangers that never talk possible kxlling
He was always on my mind. Even when I knew I no longer loved him, he came like slips of paper from a fortune cookie, just a whisper that was as easily dismissible as a cashier from a fast food restaurant.
The problem with being introverted is that there is no polite way to say “I love you, but I’m tired of being with you right now.”
Mike Fleming - You are (on) an island.