I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I think about this all the time


this is gorgeous but i can’t help but think how scary it would seem at night, the leaves rubbing against the window, shaking in the wind and in the darkness it would mould into lots of shadows in the shape of monsters and witches

Pissed off and slightly impressed that my boyfriend has better eye/eyebrow/eyelash game than me

My little thoughts and feelings journal

We walked down, hand in hand, at least one million of stairs. And now that you’re gone I feel the void below every step.
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