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its just that i love these lights.
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because flowers bloom amongst wrinkled rocks.
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shadow monster
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the red shoes
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beinginlove :)
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“perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing”
Sylvia Plath -
How frail the human heart must be- a mirrored pool of thought.
Sylvia Plath -
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
“The Moon and the Yew Tree”Sylvia Plath
