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‘…and I pluck at their petals until they wilt in my stomach acid and tangle around my organs, waiting for spring again’
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
by Mitch Albom (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: hellanne, via isabella-ashley)

7minus7: 7
thisisaboutaspaceman: Cerro Quimsachata, Chile
nipolascage: hay i’ve been here. c: or really close to here.. :3
wherethemountaincastsitsshadow: (by vera.)
5perm: Konec dneva / At the end of the day by gregakapun on Flickr.