Be My Heroine
Who will I be if I can not be me?
Be My Heroine
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One day,
Our goodbyes
Will turn into
Sleepy goodnights
Escaping our tired lips.

Our can I call you’s?
Will turn into
Come here and hold me’s.

Our things
Won’t be
mine or
yours anymore.

One day,
I’ll scream in the middle of the night,
And you
Will pull me close;
tell me everything’s alright
And I’ll fall asleep.
Safe.

One day,
You’ll come home
And tell me we need to get groceries,
We’ll make a list, and tape it to the fridge
But tomorrow we’ll forget it there
And you’ll blame me,
And I’ll blame you
And we’ll spend a hundred because
We couldn’t remember.
And were both too damn impulsive.

One day,
You’ll understand every aspect
Of my condition
But love me all the more.
And I’ll treasure you,
Hold your hand everytime it gets bad
Knowing I am okay,
With you.

One day,
I’ll wake up in the morning,
To the smell of cooking,
I’ll come down the stairs
Of a house we call ours,
And I’ll kiss the love of my life
Good morning
As well as goodnight.

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cassoday:

this is herb
my roommate and I met him by accident at a local thrift store in the late fall and we’ve been friends ever since. we all go to lunch at once a week, and he always has the best stories. he’s an incredible person; he’s ninety-four and is extremely open-minded and cheerful and full of life and even still travels freely on his own. “don’t tell anyone, but for my ninety-fifth birthday I’m going to canada!”

this post means so much to me and i have no idea why
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aliciaaadanielle:

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Gres House. Luciano Kruk. Itauna. Brasil. under construction. images (c) Luciano Kruk


Holy shit
aliciaaadanielle:

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Gres House. Luciano Kruk. Itauna. Brasil. under construction. images (c) Luciano Kruk


Holy shit
aliciaaadanielle:

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Gres House. Luciano Kruk. Itauna. Brasil. under construction. images (c) Luciano Kruk


Holy shit
aliciaaadanielle:

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Gres House. Luciano Kruk. Itauna. Brasil. under construction. images (c) Luciano Kruk


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dauntless-maia:

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can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

why is there a huge jug of oregano??? who the fuck puts oregano in brownies?????
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lovesexdevotion:

That was so beautiful