Heart on my sleeve. Head in the clouds  (Source: eclecticprism)  The stranger in the mirror. Sometimes decides to step through the looking glass and into your life. And, you find yourself somebody else. In mind and spirit. But, not in body. You recognize yourself, but you don’t recognize yourself. There’s this annoying interloper where you used to be. An unpredictable and malevolent doppleganger. Acting in ways that are not entirely familiar to you. Saying things. Doing things. You don’t understand. You can’t explain. Cyclical. Not frequent. Years and years pass. 7. 10. Sometimes more. Never staying too long. Except this time. I’d like a new looking glass now. Missing the stranger. In the mirror. And, me back. I’m almost there.  havenotwantnot:
George is always an auto reblog. I’d say RIP however I know he’s wreaking havoc wherever he is.
(Source: wisdomofcarlin)  daxxxx:
lyrics…
(via browneyedjerseygirl)  m-as-tu-vu:
Juste à la surface ..*
 m-as-tu-vu:
Easier ..*
daxxxx:
legendz
(Source: fluorescent-black-treacle, via browneyedjerseygirl)  (Source: fragileminded, via browneyedjerseygirl) I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it.This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.
Ivan. E. Coyote
(via preetminhas) (via browneyedjerseygirl) You don’t … know me. Sometimes, I don’t even know me. We are not always as we appear. At the time.
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RSS I drink too much. I think too much. I care too much. I swear too much. A leap before you look, live in the moment, laugh at the most inappropriate times kind of girl.
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