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One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
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sin título by En.. on Flickr.
We close our eyes when we kiss, cry, dream or imagine because the most beautiful things in life are unseen.
pausitivityvibes (via wordsnquotes)
If I’m a body, you’re a blanket on me If I’m a forest you’re the field at my feet If I’m a comer that the dark backs into You’re the darkness that this comer clings to
I liked the idea—that we left pieces of ourselves everywhere we went, coloring all our important places.
Kirsten Hubbard (via oessa)
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via oessa)
‘‘I loose my self in bright moon night, I put my thoughts to sleep in this peaceful wind…’‘