Saturday Reading 

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Someday

I will be

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“my child is fine” your child romanticizes getting lost in a forest.

Hey, you.

Thanks for reading this post because I just want to tell you how proud I am of you today and that everything you did today was enough and you will have another 24 hours after this. I believe in you.

Mushy and fluttery friends

i wish we had dictionaries with poetic definitions in them. what is life? what is death? what is love? what is hate? tell me what it means in beautiful verses.

Not yet corpses.

Still, we rot.

“And all I loved, I loved alone”

-Edgar Allan Poe