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let your love grow tall
Anonymous:

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

exitwound:

nothing to add to this you said it all..

2 months ago with 13,239 notes

imissthembutitwasntadisaster:

Girls will be undergoing three emotional crises at once and will come on here and blog like it’s all chill

2 months ago with 35,132 notes#I’m girls   

czesca:

can’t believe we’ve all been here since we were 14 and now we’re all 20000 years old

2 months ago with 45,126 notes

tayorswift:

TAYLOR SWIFT - The Eras Tour in Atlanta, GA

3 months ago with 1,487 notes#I almost reblogged this onto my food blog.   #I mean she is a whole ass meal I would eat for days   

kosmogrl:

unstoppable force (trying desperately to see the good in life) vs immovable object (wishing life would be kinder to me)

3 months ago with 59,736 notes

exitwound:

(alone after sunset on a sunday) Does anyone love me

3 months ago with 33,096 notes#me literally righ now   

nr1chuufan:

Who up & searching for a sense of belonging

3 months ago with 41,219 notes#:/   

womanhoodchronicles:

how do people get over things i have never gotten over anything in my entire life

3 months ago with 41,454 notes#I want to rip my heart out   #sv   

cust-e:

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chainchomping:

what’s your ‘thing’ as a friend. i don’t mean like ‘oh im the mom friend’ i mean like what’s the Thing where if one of your friends was looking for a specific interaction they’d message you first. personally i can always be relied upon to get hyped about bugs, literature, and cursed internet images.

3 months ago with 60,510 notes#colours … like knowing the names of them for some random reason   
4 months ago with 5,713 notes

kosmogrl:

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firstfullmoon:

April Morning / JONATHAN WELLS // You are living the life / you wanted as if you'd known / what that was but of course / you didn't so you'd groped / toward it feeling for what / you couldn't imagine, what / your hands couldn't tell you, / for what that shape could be. // This Sunday the rain turns cold / again and steady but the window / is slightly open and there is the vaguest / sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps /between the buildings because it's spring / the calendar says and the room where / you are reading is empty yet full / of what loves you and this is the day / that you were born.ALT

Jonathan Wells, “April Morning”

4 months ago with 3,462 notes

kosmogrl:

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