Wherever you go, there you are.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.



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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

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Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…

JK Rowling, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (via 500-days-of-autumn) +
typical-healy:

The 1975 Fan Art (x)

typical-healy:

The 1975 Fan Art (x)

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somanysongsaboutgirls:

Van She
"Kelly"
Van She EP, 2006

Always loved this song, so 80’s. And it’s my name, how could I not.

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thelow-cal-calzone-zone:

hey remember when this happened in season 2

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