My mind wanders a hundred miles an hour and I fall in love with everyone I meet. I'm trying to make this more of a personal blog with photos of the people I love, the things I love doing and the writings I've produced.
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I feel as though I could fall into another blackhole this year.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
(Source: threeoverten, via pretty-fucking-average)
