February 2012
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“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark,...”
– Jack Kerouac (via fernsandmoss)
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Every time I read things like this, I get reminded about things I don’t want to remember. I wish I’d never gone through any of your shit, because I know that the side of you I thought died when we started dating had been there the entire time. In a lot of ways, you’re still the same selfish, immature person you were a year and a half ago, and that’s probably why I bring...
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This is what happens when Vino gets on tumblr