menopawz:

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Holding on to the past is like holding on to a plague
You’re haunted by pain
And flooded with memories
Of lively kisses
And soft meaningful embraces
But nothing feels the same after it’s gone
Recorded in your lifetime
Embedded in your memory
You’ve held on for so long in hopes it’ll stick
Like the way gum sticks under a desk for years
Or the way elephants die from broken hearts
I can’t keep holding on to something
That is far off my time
And stamp dates at the back of a book
To remember where our lips have been
Where our hands and voices have touched
In places where our own skin cannot reach
You’ve touched my heart without laying a finger on me
And somehow it was just not meant to be.

— "Haunted By the Thought of Us." Vx (via in-the-force-we-trust)
cuntstuffer:


Seahaven - Reverie Lagoon: Music For Escapism Only
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candxur:

Seahaven - Goodnight (acoustic)
oh-haroo:

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unkemptly:

cvxa:

vintage / nature / photography blog

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pithr0:

"I only made their clocks tick faster"
bekahwestphotogaphy:

Seahaven [x]
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It was only the sea sounding weary
After so many lifetimes
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere
And never getting anywhere.

— Charles Simic, from “Late September,” in The Voice at 3:00 A.M. (Harcourt, 2003)

(Source: mitochondria, via 2amconversations)

decimat0r:

Balance and Composure - Tiny Raindrop [x]
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