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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am Tuesday 2 a.m, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that i don't belong around people, that i belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lighting, but you hear the echoes. Twitter | Buy | Being | X | W | Anime | Personal | Ask

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amazing

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is this true

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of course it’s true it literally says it right there??

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don’t question the facts

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Pokemon Display 

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i just wanna have soft glowy skin, long eyelashes, pink lips, rosy cheeks, lots of cash and no responsibilities

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Rescued baby bats wrapped in blankets because bats wrap their pups in wings and the blankets emulate this, making the pups feel secure.

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Sunset Fire Opal, The following is a Mexican fire opal. When illuminated just right, it looks like a sunset above the clouds. This picture was taken by Jeff Schultz. 

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