“We had galaxies between us and you still needed space.”

Ten Word Poem (via apositivedisaster)

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“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

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Titan aka the Mermaid Moon

Titan aka the Mermaid Moon

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by Katrin Korfmann

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Text Definition: “K”

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ya hes cute…….but is he conscientious of the social inequalities and corruption in hierarchies of power that plague this world

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Can everyone just take a moment to think about the fact that they are married in real life

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http://We have to loose ourself in something to survive.


We have to loose ourself in something to survive. In god. In poetry or music or love. These things make it bearable and when your drowning in the reality of the masks it’s unbearable. The essence of this existence has no answer and if we don’t coat it with something, a veil to hide the void you turn into Kimberly whose just loosing her mind because she’s too aware of it all. That it’s all temporary and fleeting. Nothing lasts or means anything. Change is the only constant. Ungraspable change. Even this will pass. I’ll feel differently when I find a new coating. I’ll feel differently if I focus on something else that temporarily removes this sensation of recognition. This won’t matter in the morning. The menial tasks will be my sheet, and I’ll exist as a vessel for a ghost that can function better and meander through existence without the hyper awareness, without the hope. The naive hope and hope and hope.

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Homespun Dinner - Atlanta, GA | Paige French

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