my fake plants died because i did not pretend to water them

about, ask, my artwork, music

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

—Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You 

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lonequixote:

Weeping Willow ~ Claude Monet

lonequixote:

Weeping Willow Claude Monet

fleeten:

still writing letters send me like a dollar if u want one (paypal: cheyennesophiaruth@gmail)

fleeten:

still writing letters send me like a dollar if u want one (paypal: cheyennesophiaruth@gmail)

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I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Unknown 

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cyku:

Maddie Ziegler

cyku:

Maddie Ziegler

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What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.
—Unknown

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by jaśmina stysiak

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