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Today was a perfect autumn's day. It got me thinking about all the ways I've fallen in love during my life. All of those who have loved me at some point. And those who have yet to love me. Your heart can long for people, and places. I was kissed by the breeze, the sun, and nostalgia. All the ways you can fall in love can break your heart.

I feel like I'm making a list of places I'd love to see. Places that will fill me with awe. But I know I'll never get there.

What's worse?

Having dreams you'll never see come to fruition?

Or not having dreams at all?

neil-gaiman

do you own enough books to be considered a library (500+)

Yes.

kittynotkat

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It's been awhile since I've been here. I'm not the same person I was then. I don't know if present me is any better than past me, just fucked up in different ways. How do we be better? How do we get better? Caves are like the subway.

They only look for the kids.

thedaniverse

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

thedaniverse

Me: I’m a little high but –

Y'all rushing to that reblog button:

chuckyzoopa

It’s an awesome idea tho

weareoracle

Because I have a tag for pretty weaponry, some knives I’d accept as proposals follow:

lianabrooks

I said yes!

(but, actually, hubby bought me a dive knife when we got married so this works…)

aelin-lovelace

I can 100% get behind this as a new tradition.

honeybeejohn

Ok but this is amazing becuase knives are dangerous and you can use them to hurt other people but when someone proposes with one it’s symbolic like “yes I love you and trust you so much I’m asking you a very vulnerable question with something you could hurt me with but I know you won’t”

undrinkablesmoothie

@kinglesbiancore

panismightier

@lady-redshield-writes this seems up your alley

redshield-writes

This isn’t just up my alley, it’s traveled all the way down the alley, through my front door, and is sitting on my couch. I love this so much.

You get what you get.

Why do we like to hurt so much?

misfitoffate

You could be anywhere. And it feels like you are.

Fall.

What's the point? I never do anything right. Stay involved, staying out of it. Speaking up for myself, staying silent. Helping, hurting. I never do anything right and I'm just in the way. I break everything I touch. The people I love. Even myself. And for what? What is the point of any of this? Self fulfilment? The betterment of others? Others don't want help, they want you to agree with them even when you don't. Happy Autumn.