the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Oct 14
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pieces: Everything would be so much easier that way.

pieces:

Everything would be so much easier that way.
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“ And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
— Roald Dahl (via onherway)
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(via meganmcisaac) photo of megan mcisaac by van kou.
(via meganmcisaac)

photo of megan mcisaac by van kou.

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wooden:

I got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match.
What a catch, what a catch.
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A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight, pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles.

A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.

(via finallyseeing) & (via reblogs)

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(via jessicachu) & (via ghostsinyourbed)

(via jessicachu) & (via ghostsinyourbed)

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sleepanddream: everything less (yes, even this)

sleepanddream:

everything less (yes, even this)
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(via noliesjustlove)

(via noliesjustlove)

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sleepanddream: just try not to break it too much

sleepanddream:

just try not to break it too much