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when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

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When we listen to certain types of music or soak our eyes with paintings or fill our lungs with poems, it all begins to blend and run through us, quietly becoming part of our blood, flesh and bones.

We always carry the art we've loved.

// Victoria Erickson

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source: motherthemountain

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- j (x)

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monica figueras

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Don’t Quote Me… pt1

I don’t know where the moments go

Once they’re done and dusted

For not even the memories of these

Can be completely trusted

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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Friederike

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- j (x)

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wondra

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trix eden

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I emote not unlike a blender on high with no lid and lots and lots of ice.

Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder

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