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i go back and forth…will our hearts ever not be broken?
so do i…but at times i know my heart is too whole to bear. even if only during brief moments…it mends my heart for all of the days in between when i feel my heart will never be quite the same. it’s the blessing and the curse of being painfully nostalgic beings.
-dialogue of kindreds
I’ve sworn off black in the spirit of the fast approaching spring.
I’ll keep you posted on how the battle against black goes.
(via calivintage)






