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my-life-in-the-bush-of-ghosts:

Looking east along Hay Street, 1992.
kibbycatt:

idontspeakalien:

pale probz

ugh

wrists:

my dad used to give my mom a clock
for every special occasion.
they cluttered the mantle, side tables,
and eventually the dark corners of their closet.
she later threw them away,
thinking that she had gotten rid of every last one,
not realizing that they created a clock 22 years ago
and that I’ve been keeping count ever since.

"Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction."

- Bobby Sommer (via wryer)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)