Laughing with your broken eyes

"Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate."
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fashion-wh0res: bamboo-blonde: i desperately want her hair! wew

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bamboo-blonde:

i desperately want her hair!

wew

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bellemanie: This is so magical I can’t even explain how much I love beta fish, especially in glass bottles.

bellemanie:

This is so magical I can’t even explain how much I love beta fish, especially in glass bottles.

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Someone should aske me quetions whena i’M like this mood.

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my tummy fells funny:) Ahha

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I swear I’m on some sort of high, and I like it.

And I think I want to smoke weed because I’m boring, and maybe I should just be fun/better/happy/sad/upset/exited all at once.

Maybe the dark will overpower light, and the sun will cease to shine. Maybe I’ll sprout wings between my shoulder blades, (where I’m supposed to get a tattoo), fly through the stratosphere and just float in the Milky Way Galaxy. There would be stars everywhere, my brothers and sisters. My family. Maybe time will stop and give us time to think, finally. The world will be frozen, and then when the world is released from its paused state, rain will defy the laws of gravity, and will travel from the ground and land in the clouds. Backwards. Maybe we’ll all live underwater, and breathe with gills and be beautiful, colorful, swimming creatures. Maybe there will be no words, maybe we will just all be physical beings; our actions being the words we are unable to speak.

Maybe when we die we become stars again, and it starts all over.

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