I'm not a masterpiece, I'm a rough sketch with loose ends and an uneven contrast, my eyes are drawn to the light like a moth to a flame, I compare myself to every perfect angle others possess that I do not, the shape of my lips make words I won't remember, I'm an abstract concept not quite fully developed, I'm okay with that.
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thoughts after midnight
“when late nights turn to early mornings”
by Jerrod La Rue
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(via w-ave, ilikewhatyousee)
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Emerald Lake
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Sunset from my apartment window ∆
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4:37am in the Canadian Rockies.
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Not seeing is a Flower by Maroesjka Lavigne
“‘Whatever you think, think the opposite’ is an expression I heard a lot in and about Japan. This island seemed to be an isolated world far away. Japan has cultivated a certain image in the western world.”
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