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[hzrnvm]

things are fucked up in such a strangely normal way

[sekai-wa-mawaru]

I didn't know how to handle myself when everything stopped moving. In the mornings, the evenings and quiet spaces of the day, thoughts of her were so vivid. Even when we were in the thick of photo shoots, presentations, pre and post-race interviews, I might see a head in the crowd, I might hear a sound like her laugh and I would falter, time would crash down around me, then I'd see it wasn't, could possibly be her and the longing would resurface.

The Ties, Chapter 21 by 00000009

[ageofpretending]

bitch bag by FILTHFILLER on Flickr.