I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

pixel skylines
Cosmic Funnies
sheepfilms
dirt enthusiast
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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NASA
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Keni
Game of Thrones Daily
Mike Driver
YOU ARE THE REASON
Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.
my head is a mess but my heart is a garden
i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
Do You See Her?
When you look at me, do you see her?
Are you listening to the words I say, or do you only hear her?
When I reach for your hand, do you feel mine, or do you pretend it's hers?
Do you feel my love, or do you just wish it was her standing where I stand?
Because sometimes, when your eyes drift somewhere far away, I wonder if you're searching for a memory instead of seeing what's right in front of you.
I memorize your favorite artist, your coffee order, the stories you've told a hundred times.
But no matter how much of myself I give, I can't become someone else.
I can't wear her smile, speak with her voice, or fit inside the space she left behind.
So tell me—
When you hold me close, do you hold me?
Or am I just a shadow of someone you're still missing?
Because I can love you with everything I have.
But I can't compete with a ghost.
Healing happens in circles, not lines. You will return to old places with new eyes.
there's not a single casual bone in my body. everything means something to me