Love, Brea
Breanna. 18. Brea, Bre, or Annie. Breanna's fine too. Reading is my safety blanket. Writing is my vice. They are both my favorite forms of art. Non-romantic girlie girl. Shopping. Shoes. Dresses. Nerdfighter. DFTBA. Future Hoosier. Indiana University in the fall. Adventures. Adrenaline rushes. Psychology. And one day, I will go skydiving.
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Video reblogged from Kicking down morning like a door
I have never been more grateful and humbled and proud to share a piece, and a collaboration of the arts, poetry and film. I truly feel like a vessel this poem moved through, and I feel truly blessed to have been allowed to craft it from the air and experiences around me. RIP, Stephen, this year, the 10th year, I I mourn little and celebrate wildly all that you were, and all that you still are.
Pass On
God, this…this is so beautiful.
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Quote reblogged from The illDefinedHere is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
Crossed out.
Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out.
There is something underneath the floorboards.
Crossed out.
And here is the tabernacle
reconstructed.
Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time
and we were all forgiven,
even though we didn’t deserve it.From Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out - Read this poem (via theilldefined) -
I just get the chills every time I read this, because it makes me think about what I put my parents through, and I just can’t get over that.
(Source: finelinesrundeep)
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Photo reblogged from Pottermore House Pride!
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Photo reblogged from Pottermore House Pride!
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Post reblogged from John Green's tumblr
Four different people asked this.
Guys.
I HAVE A CHILD.
HAHAHAHA I AM IN LOVE WITH JOHN GREEN.
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Photoset reblogged from there's so much pain, you know?
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GOD I LOVE JOHN GREEN.
(Source: julius--caesar)
