Roses In The Mirror

For whatever we lose, like a you, or a me, it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

I am pathetic, clinging to souls I have never met, and I am so lonely, and so terribly exhausted, that it makes my stomach ache. I am ashamed of my desperation and waiting, waiting, waiting once again and as usual.

rawluxury:

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nostalgic-dreaming:

hibi by ole:) on Flickr.

nostalgic-dreaming:

hibi by ole:) on Flickr.

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(Source: pollyannapumpkin, via midnightpoem)

I know this is the end of the story but I cannot bring myself to close the book.

(Source: m0rtality, via collarbonees)

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hitwizard:

Up by Xavier Encinas on Flickr.

Up by Xavier Encinas on Flickr.

(Source: amigation, via gildings)

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