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imwithkanye:

Happy Motter’s Day. [image]

fraily:

redeyesbehindraybans:

Come. Lets take a stroll

Very pretty

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I am in a room just down the street from one of the places I call home. My old room is blank, white, and empty. I feel like if you were very quiet, it would make a sound similar to the one a shell makes when you hold it up to your ear. But if you listened even more closely you’d be able to pick out the faint tinkling of music, the whisper of voices, the bubbling of laughter all rising into a very faint cacophony of sound pushing through your ears, going straight to your chest and playing with your heartstrings. 

The walls that were once full of bright colors are now bland and bare, like bones. It is no longer warm and welcoming but instead cold and distant, waiting for two new girls to make it into their new home. Pictures flash through my mind of people visiting, talking, drinking, dancing like slides, click click clicking from one to the next, showing brief periods of time passed in this one, small 12 by 13 foot room.

It’s finally just hitting me that next year, this will no longer belong to me. Next year there will be a different room full of empty walls and echoes. And it may take a while, but it will once again be filled with the voices of new students who are ready to live and love and learn within the confines of a different, yet similar space. There will be familiar voices added to the amalgamation of sounds, as well as a few new voices. There will be foreign faces added to the slides and we will once again press forward into our next year.

horasmortas:

This is how I know that I love you.
I carry a photograph of you in my wallet.
And when a stranger asks me where I have come from,
where I am going to,
I take that picture out of my pocket,
show them your face (that I have kissed and missed
and wish would appear),
I say, “Here.”
And all my compasses swing in your direction,
my true North,
my heart’s constant reflection.

― asecrethistory

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Now on to summer type things, such as going to the beach and going into Boston! BUH I CANNOT WAIT!

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