L. E. Morrow.
College student. I love poetry and water colors. I work as a mentor at a group home for troubled youth. I love my job. Studying Sociology.

Oh and I love the sky.
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weepingwindowrevival:

andrewmcclain:

you as you were by shearwater

you could drive the mountains down into the Bay
or go back to the East where it’s all so civilized 

On repeat.

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me with this semester

me with this semester

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i guess i’m just frustrated because i probably won’t ever love anyone the way i loved you, and that’s a little bit concerning.

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I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…

— Childish Gambino  (via keep-that-pussy-wet)

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mindlesly:

darkwashed:

flaews:

writingsforwinter:

"Last Thoughts"
Part of my new project Brain Notes.
"They always say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, so I hope that day you went through the windshield, it was my face you saw, not hers."

chillssss

goosebumps

wow

mindlesly:

darkwashed:

flaews:

writingsforwinter:

"Last Thoughts"

Part of my new project Brain Notes.

"They always say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, so I hope that day you went through the windshield, it was my face you saw, not hers."

chillssss

goosebumps

wow

(via mileygangg)

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I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

— Charles Bukowski, Screams From the Balcony (via shrugged)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via vague-cat)

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Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.

— Unknown (via scrapedpalms)

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s.t.