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When the light fades on winter afternoons, I am accustomed to feeling sad, as if some will to adjust to the world were seeping out of me.
Oct. 27, 2017 at 1:49pm with 2,659 notes
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Woman in the 1930’s going through an attitude adjustment program
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well if it isn’t me after all this time
Feb. 11, 2017 at 11:27pm with 26,350 notes
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10:32pm with 5,484 notes
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She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter
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What I know about living is the pain is never just ours
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo
So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window
When I can see what I couldn’t see before
Through the glass of my most battered dream:
I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
And when it did it scattered a thousand seeds.
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo
So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window
When I can see what I couldn’t see before
Through the glass of my most battered dream:
I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
And when it did it scattered a thousand seeds.
9:20pm with 62,680 notes
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