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@theartofmadeline

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styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Kaledo Art
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
almost home
KIROKAZE
Game of Thrones Daily
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@luca7brasi
cinemagraph artist on instagram
I went on with my life - even without you. And yet I still think of you and wish that we had kept our promise.
— r.r.
I’m not the golden boy.
I’m the chosen one.
But my duties are hard to fulfil without the golden boy next to me.
Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”
— Beau Taplin
Credit belongs to owner x
Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”
[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]
I had a dream that someone caught onto my plan and knew I was running through my net worth and knew why ..
people have no idea the amount of times I’ve sat and home alone and fought myself not to kill myself. then got up the next day and carried on like nothing happen.
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”
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prayed for you from the day I met you.
You aren’t just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can’t imagine giving that up again. You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Best Of Me
and after you left, nothing was ever the same.
I've wished so many times for you to reach out to me. For you to write to me, expressing that you've missed me too. That you've often thought of me, recalling everything we've experienced and endured together. And even today, there's nothing I long for more. I still miss you.
— r.r.