Sarah.

27.05.94 A bit of everything. Yet not much of anything.

[espresso-20]

[newssciencedaily]

We seize to exist once we’re forgotten.

[pinkwinged-deactivated20230125]

[fashionglamourstyleluxury]

[sunbathe]

[tkkatherineblog]

[kcstea]

[music-singing-sun]

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[one-and-only-beauty]

[peiran]

[grayskymorning]

[prettystuff]

[tkkatherineblog]

[polaroidsandcassettetapes-deact]

[theepitomeofquiet]

[perrfectly]

“Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.”

— Carol Gilligan (via perrfectly)