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the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen
(via girlwithapumpkintattoo)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
(via melodyandviolence)
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Favourite moments.
(Source: the-threebroomsticks, via my-ditsy-little-world)
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(Source: skate-high, via ohmyymoustache)
(via capn-natalie)
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