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The Times, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, August 20, 1899

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the songs that saved your life

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I'm painting the sky that familiar blue and grey tonight As the sun slowly sets And the wind gently sighs I'm waiting for the stars And the moon to pass by As the sky darkens That melancholy night sky warms And the chills of the air Let me know I'm alive As I watch for the mist to slowly fill the sky I wonder about all those who I've left behind As the stars burn in the nights sky I feel my body aching into the land that's not mine I'm painting the sky that familiar hazy dark grey I'm waiting for the night Trying to delay the day

Nights sky

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I'm stuck in the space between taken and single A vacuum, white space, white noise,  The feeling when you lose your footing and your stomach drops Somewhere between hand holding and hugging To sitting in an empty kitchen at 3am and starring at the clock on the fridge Endless amounts of time, seconds of unsurety Shadows, and looking over your shoulder To see only one reflection I'm stuck somewhere in between loving you and loving myself An empty space where love sits and waits To find its way out

Break up//heart break

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Moebius

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The Humboldt Republican, Iowa, January 16, 1942

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It’s been 6 years But I’d still recognise your voice if you called I could still pick out your face from a crowded room I’d still recognise that faint smell you have And the way you smile It’s been 6 years And I’d like to say I’ve moved on But deep down in the back of my mind And the cobwebs of my soul I’m still as in love with you as I was then And I’m still as heartbroken as the moment you left

6 years later//still broken

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I can’t remember his face anymore, nor how his voice sounds. I used to wish for this, to forget, to not remember, and now that I finally can’t, I do not know what to make of it, or what to feel. I’m not happy nor sad. I just feel lost. A little bit confused. Like I’m grasping the last piece of memories I have with him but I just couldn’t bring it forth to my mind, and no matter how hard I think of him, or how long I take a look at a picture of him, when I close my eyes, I just… can’t. I can’t remember his face anymore.

cynthia go // I can’t remember his face anymore // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #29 (via cynthiatingo)

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pls stop acting like being chronically ill/disabled is just a lack of effort to be healthy. stop telling chronically ill people they could be healthy if they tried harder, if they thought more positively, if we just believed we can get better we totally would!, if we got out of the house, ate this or that, did yoga, if we drank more water… stop. it’s likely nobody asked for your opinion, we know more about our illness than you do and if there was a way for us to get better we’d be the ones knowing about it.

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Plume Agate - Gyöngyöstarján, Mátra Mts., Hungary

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PSA: Some wheelchair users can *GASP* walk

Wheelchairs are used for many disabilities; it could be very painful to walk, one may lack the strength to walk, have hyperflexibility, shortness of lung capacity, fragility of joints, muscles, skin etc. 

REBLOG so people STOP harassing wheelchair users when they stand up and even WALK out their chairs in public.

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