Isn’t it beautiful?

How we find God
when we lose

Isn’t He beautiful?

The Creator of
the stars and
you and I.



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Leftover pizza will never be the same


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magical gurrrlllll

magical gurrrlllll


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if a guy can’t eat out a girl properly then he is not a man

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I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. You’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.

— you’ll miss me- jlw (via burgundythoughts)
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I’m not okay

Drowning in the throes of the tidal wave oceans in my head gasping hard for air open close open close like a fish out of water throat dry like baked clay cleaving to my jaws suffocating me suffocating me suffocating me


I’ve been in this life for a very brief moment, but it feels like I’ve been carrying the weight of a thousand lifetimes

the sorrow in my chest spreads like a disease.



Beautiful water colour paintings by Maja Wrońska

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