YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Today's Document
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@desiluitswd
The beginning to this song is so pretty ugh
EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY OVER NOT KNOWING THIS SONG EXISTED
Cosmic alignment…
Fuck all of the good luck posts out there. Reblog this to immaculate your vibes
Neck Deep // In Bloom
dead and gone // state champs
TSSF // SWORDS AND PENS
Quicksand / The Story So Far
citizen // the night I drove alone
my edit
I used to think i was introverted bc I really liked being alone but it turns out I just like being at peace & I am very extroverted when I’m around people who bring me peace
Full Circle - Movements
The Story So Far // If I Fall [x]
“But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery it’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me.”
— (via hatin)
hometowns have a thousand little ghosts pushing through the pavement that trip you up wherever you go how are we meant to live like that
on my way out of my hometown i’m torn between: “i have too many ghosts here” and “i don’t have enough ghosts anywhere else”.. a haunting doesn’t always have to be bad. it can be a light in my childhood best friend’s window after she moved away seven years ago.. it can be the smell of lilacs in spring that just don’t smell the same in another state.. it can be seeing an old classmate’s parent in line at the grocery store and being given a hug. there are small joys in tripping over my ghosts. sometimes the ghosts love me as much as they hate me.. but either way they’re proof i’ve lived. i left a fingerprint on the world here. small as it might be..
Your Back Porch // Knuckle Puck