June 2012
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ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
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“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via vanished)
Anonymous asked: Things will get better. I promise. Just remember there are people out there that love and care for you, no matter how hard that is to believe.
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I’m absolutely in love with this song....
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I truly am a mess.
Grief is such a hard thing to deal with. I’ve been completely fine the past week, but now here I am, silently sobbing on the couch, missing my dog so fucking much. It just hit me that the last time I was here on this couch at this time of night, I was holding my dog and trying to make him feel better because the cancer was causing him to be in so much pain. The last time I was here was when...
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“Donuts are life preservers from angels.”
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Anonymous asked: You are quite lovely.
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Most. Fucking. Dope. Song. Ever.
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“I sound weird like nigger with a hard ‘r’.”
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