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Origami Around
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Spring Break 2020
Barry Feinstein, Bob Dylan, Birmingham, 1966
One of my favorite scenes!
I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy.
But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between.
If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.
Jenny - Studio Killers
Jaune
i spend every night thinking of you
I wanna be loved..
No offence but Pokemon has been nothing but a positive force in my life and I will love Pokemon forever
Waterway Market
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It used to be a torture, the rivers in between, But they seem so quiet now, I've gotten used it,
I spent some days all alone, Banging my head on the walls, I tried to understand, I always got it wrong,
And the wind blows south wise now, Through the trees into the seas, it growls, Everyone's turning their heads like owls, And I'm ready to let go of this vow,
I'm not burned or mad at all, Walked that path not long ago, It took me some time to see, Some time to let colors show,
Your number I won't dial, Let me finish with a smile, For when the sun shines this bright It come across as vile,
I missed the sunset today, Walking down the waterway, But it will come again, Now I'm far from being affrayed,
It used to be a torture, the rivers in between, But I'm ready for someone's boat, To come and set me free. " Jorge A. Pinzón