She possesses an innocence so destructive, she put angels to shame.
zosraus (via halcyonwrites)
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When I see a cat
Me: [ sharp inhale of breath ]
Me: It's a cat. Omg. Kitty. Hi sweet kitty. Come here. I love you.
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She was reckless in her love, for she loved everything and everyone. But sometimes, that love wasn’t returned, and she hurt far more than she ever let on.
tumultuous-soul
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She did not complain about them but I could see they hurt her.
Ernest Hemingway, from Green Hills Of Africa
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"Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her..." L.M. Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill
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I believe they may have been white at some point. Maybe. I’m not sure. I haven’t been here for that long. It has become normal from staying here so long. I mean, this has become my normal… And hey! I don’t look like an ant! I mean, yeah, sometimes I have these little fly aways and they can look like their antennae but not really. And today is a good hair day!
From a room with gray walls to a vast wooded area… surrounded by gray walls, I like the change. It’s so cozy you’d think this is somewhat normal with the way people carry their groceries and their little ant-like lives. Even up close they look like ants.
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