Misplaced Lens Cap

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Jules of Nature

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

if i look back, i am lost
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Titanic c. 1997
I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.
-V. J.
Rest all is a lie...
“Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.”
— Unknown
“You learn more about someone at the end of a relationship than at the beginning.”
— Unknown
“Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.”
— Unknown
“I don’t know how to explain it, but I miss myself.”
— Unknown
This is the money abuelita, reblog this in the next five minutes to receive the best news of your life
Bruh this a new one gotta try it out
I scrolled past and then scrolled back up :-/
This so cute
Abuela plz.
Rest all is a lie...
“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.”
— Alice Walker, The Color Purple (via meineluft)
“Almost all of our brokenness can be tracked back to the quantity and quality of the love we have experienced.”
— Dale Partridge (via perfectquote)
“I might forgive you a thousands times, but I’ll only trust you once.”
— Unknown
But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.
— Julio Cortazar
I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.
-V. J.