Please understand me. My face is as stone when I am content. I only smile when I am gripped by sorrow.

fairlysquishy:

may 2017 be the year of neck kisses, poetry books, rainy afternoons, soft lips, clear skin and relaxed thoughts

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drinkspill:

2017 better be nice to my mom

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We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.