I thought I understood it. But I didn’t. I knew the smudgeness of it. The eagerness of it. The Idea of it. Of you and me.
welcome to the secret shambles club.
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[12:15:33 AM] your bestfriend: i’m also degenrating
[12:15:37 AM] your bestfriend: altho some ppl say i’m improving
[12:15:45 AM] Stephanie Chua: hahahha
[12:15:50 AM] Stephanie Chua: improving in what way?
[12:16:01 AM] Stephanie Chua: if improving does it imply previous shittyness haha
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EPIC. rest of the convo was pretty epic too. PB&J! :D
(Source: shot-at-redemption)
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman; 村上 春樹 (via goldencaulfields)
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The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.
Henry David Thoreau (via thelovelyloner)
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