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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Claire Keane
almost home
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hello vonnie
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Xuebing Du
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we're not kids anymore.
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icyghini twinkie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@iamnowhere-if
I just want everyone to eat well and get old
every single one of us should have the chance to get old and bald and wrinkly and fat. I mean that sincerely
“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.”
— L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk (via thelovejournals)
the place where the light is. hand in hand. the empty road.
streetsandsnapshots
I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.
as a rule it's always more interesting when two people who know each other outlive a third person that they both loved and then their relationship becomes So Much Weirder and more emotionally fraught, entangled, and charged when that third person dies
'scenery in the owens lake area,' california by wilson davis ellis, american c. november 1949.
ocean sounds for those of you who need it
nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult
something terrible. echoes of past intrusions. barely discernible
Well i Love you if that helps
at peace
Unoriginal sin. Derivative sin
we are working on something
In a room full of people, i’d look at you so we can leave