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Leanne, 20, Irish. Photos uploaded mostly from flickr or reblogged.

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It's the end of September, why is it so hot? I can't sleep.

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(by the.tree.speaks)

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[2011-10] [中國] [九寨溝] 箭竹海 #03 by Vic Liu

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untitled by Astrid Prasetianti on Flickr.

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Cupcakes (by mtchî)

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peak up by Cåsbr

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untitled by BME. on Flickr.

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untitled by c c o u r t ne y on Flickr.

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I finish college at half ten every morning and spend the rest of the day bored in bed.

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I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.

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how the hell am i hungry?

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untitled by cabinadelafoto on Flickr.

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(by Owen Perry)

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I have so many things that I've started and not finished. I need to finish them!

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I think our biggest problem is that we have forgotten how to remember the beauty that lives in pain i need you to do me a favor and buy yourself a white canvas and stain it with the colors of lust magenta and burgundy and maybe some olive i need you to paint the most hideous painting and frame it somewhere in new york city and i need you to photograph the man who sells the newspaper down five blocks and the sunrise before it drowns in the shadows of the sky and i need you to stop thinking about him or her and how much better of a replacement they found and the time you wore your pretty green dress only to find his lips on someone else and i need you to stop considering the pills that swim in your stomach like open shells because you can take that pain and write a novel about the brain scan that came back positive and the children who lost their best friend i need you to listen to the wind before it whispers on your white neck a tale about two wolves who liked to fight between dawn and dusk and please, i need you to stop asking questions you already know the answers to because the ocean does not care whether you have saved twenty two lives it will still drown you just the same as the man who murdered his wife and please do not stop breathing your name and make music use your sorrow as an instrument and your memory as the sheet of music you have carved into yourself so long ago

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@陶然亭公园 by Ladynow on Flickr.