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summer nightsnight is a joy full of firefly catastrophesummer nights
and my shadow burns bright


organizationon a well worn mattress, smelling the dust of memories and ancient candlewax, you are the epitome of starshine and things i cannot touch. though we twine hands and fingers, i cannot possibly give you the reasons for my motive of being here, or even mention the thought of howmuchireallydoloveyou.organization
when the roof collapses and the trees decide we are no longer good, maybe i will whisper secrets to old books and recall a time when we really didn't c a r e. if charm would ever grace me, you would turn and say the most treasured words i could ever hear from your lips, as we both came crashing down into chaos.
but for the ma

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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasnt cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing.
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We sing dissonant heartbeats.
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