r a q u e l eighteen m a i n e


but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see


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morigrrl:

Woodland path

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it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 
breeze was knocking my hair all around me
the smell of the beach stuck under 
our noses
i glanced at you and couldn’t help 
but to smile
thats when I knew
i could glance back at you for 
the rest of my life

it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 

breeze was knocking my hair all around me

the smell of the beach stuck under 

our noses

i glanced at you and couldn’t help 

but to smile

thats when I knew

i could glance back at you for 

the rest of my life

Isn’t it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they’re either with or apart from and a name and a personality, and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never once stop to think what they’re going through, what their life may be like. We’re too focused on our own. Unknown (via perfect) x 3,021 notes