She moves like Art. Her stride every landscape. Her breath every poem. In her sigh every song.
(Source: moritzstiefeldoesntdosadness)
(Source: dmoldovan, via foryouwithlove19)
I don’t know what this is from,maybe the hills based on the corner, but I do want this. And now I’m leaving and I’m realizing nothing will ever be normal between everything again. I’ll lose friends regardless of me making some, it still comes with a loss. Our friendship isn’t going to go back to the way it was no matter how hard I will it to happen. In general, things will never be the same.
(via v-4p0r30n)
- me: omg i have so much stuff to do
- me: i don't even have enough time for all this
- me:
- me: *opens tumblr*
(Source: definitionofdisney, via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
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