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    catchafirefly:

take me back to when our world was one block wide, I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

    catchafirefly:

    take me back to when our world was one block wide, 
    I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

    (via watermelontricycle-deactivated2)

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    &nd I know you feel broken beyond repair but you’re incredible and capable of creating things just like you. &nd you may be struggling at the moment, but there’s always a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel. &nd I know the abyss may be filling into the crevices of your muscles, and sinews- but ain’t it just a reminder, you’re still living, breathing, and capable. The goal isn’t to live forever, it is to create something that will.

    It’s going to be a bumpy road, and you don’t know where you’re headed- so just hop in and join the ride.

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    gwengirsdansky asked: Hey!

    This is Gwen, I do The Writing Soul. Thanks so much for your submissions! Did you want me to post either of your submissions?

    I will get back to you with my suggestions as quick as I can, I'm just absolutely swamped with school work and doing things for my school paper. I'm planning on taking out time on Friday night to go through yours and give feedback, because I want to give time and thought.

    I'm so glad you enjoy the blog!

    Thank you so much :) haha good luck with all that work (I totally get that) . Actually, it’s up to you if you’d want to post them, because I wouldn’t mind either way ^^  Love your blog~:)

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    empty canvas= inex-plicable

    same :)

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    (Source: empty-canvas)

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    empty-canvas:

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    (Source: empty-canvas)

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    I’m starting to miss my childhood scraped knees, toothless grins and soggy band-aids, because now I realize they had been much easier to fix than the sourceless pains which can’t even be located.

    I’m starting to miss my childhood scraped knees, toothless grins and soggy band-aids, because now I realize they had been much easier to fix than the sourceless pains which can’t even be located.

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    confessions

    CONFESSION TIME: I’M NOT SCARED OF DEATH. I’m just scared that after death, it’s gonna be awfully boring. How am I supposed to spend my time until judgement day :|

    It’s not like tumblr’s there.

    meh.

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    Appreciate

    Discrete things I’ve learnt to appreciate :

    • Mountains of blankets on a cold night
    • Waking up to the sound of rain
    • Doing things that people say you can’t
    • The very first detention
    • Watching twilight with friends just to badmouth it
    • Rereading Deathly Hallows
    • Facebook stalking
    • TUMBLR.

    add on to my list (t’is a product of sleep deprivation

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    If You’re a Real Tumblr User, You Must Know This. <be yourself>

    aichagrahammescudi:

    thirsty-roots:

    yourebetteroffdeaddd:

    yougobiebs:

    darlingyouragorgeousnightmare:

    bubblybabee:

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    I sawwww it!

    <3

    <33 :)

    <3 saw ittt

    <3

    Aw <3

     second time ive reblogged this

    <3333

    awww omggg

    awwwww :3

    :D

    I saw itt XD

    <3

    aww made my day <3

    i saw ittttt <3

    aww <3 

    I’m like… (,:

    aaaaww

     (: Saw it love it<3

    Hehehe :)

    (via despicabledane)

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    Empty canvas: Why I write.

    empty-canvas:

    Whenever I feel a bit angry, or I can’t deal with the world anymore, I sit and I write. I write until the ideas are plastered by ink,the unwritten lines are soaked with words, and my hands swollen from scribbling phrases into my notebook. The best ideas come from dwindling emotions. Emotions that…

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    Envy

    empty-canvas:

    I  envy a child’s innocence and how they look at the world through eyes of wonder and imagination; how the most inconsequential of things in life can ignite a spur of satisfaction. As we grow older it’s common knowledge that this once magical world we believed in suddenly becomes evil because we realise there is always corruption alongside beauty, as we cling onto fabricated hopes made of dreams when our mere existence starts to pose as a question.


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    Bother

    empty-canvas:

    I sometimes wonder why she even bothers.

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