mirrors & smoke
I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something. But I don't know what for. It's like everybody in the world wants something, only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not.
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I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Dandelion by ecstaticist on Flickr.
untitled by remaininglight on Flickr.
untitled by remaininglight on Flickr.
untitled by _desajuste_ on Flickr.
Daffodil by Paisley patches (coming and going) on Flickr.
You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
untitled by inmost_light on Flickr.
Coconut rice. by Lindsay Jewell on Flickr.
secret places, vintage locket necklace by inmost_light on Flickr.
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