“She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. she liked remembering that.”

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i formally apologize to anyone who knew me when i was 13

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*wakes up from coma* “tell me I dont have a unibrow”

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"I love the way her breathing changes as soon as I touch her body."  - Letters From Her Bed (via sexual-feelings)

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"From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people."  - (via jordancorin)

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