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sixpenceee

The 1881 envelope mourning ring showing how it opened to allow hair to be put inside as a keepsake. (Source)

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What are you supposed to do? Like in general?

lmaoooo

Appreciate other people’s beauty without questioning your own.

rosewater1997

me looking back on how i self destructed: she really did that!

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

thelovejournals

But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

(via sittinginyourlapandtakingadrag)

themarkedgirl

thegoodvybe

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crookednose

i want a house overflowing with plants. i want a big dog who thinks he’s small enough to fit in my lap. i want huge windows that flood the floorboards with light. a porch with a swing that we’re constantly sweeping ash off of. i want ivy growing all around. a bathtub big enough for the both of us.

alexsattlerphotography

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

— (Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It)