One of my new favorite things is when I open tumblr and the whole thing goes white. Not even the hint of an image. Good times.
this is really just a bunch of stuff that i want here.
what time it is?
i've given up on making sense.
like it or not, i'm just tumbling because i want to.
Sometimes she likes to listen to all her friends talking and chatting and she just stands there and doesn’t say anything. She likes the idea that she might be fading. She likes to pretend that one day everything will fade, slowly and carefully.
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