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diveinside-mymind:Though thorns of a fragile flower were bloody from abuse, it blossomed with the strength of all its roots.http://www.diveinsidemymind.com/2015/12/roots.html

diveinside-mymind:Though thorns of a fragile flower were bloody from abuse, it blossomed with the strength of all its roots.http://www.diveinsidemymind.com/2015/12/roots.html

The Dark Side

The Dark Side

“All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end.” ~Shinji Moon, The

“All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end.” ~Shinji Moon, The

I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain outside my window will suffice for tonight. I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses in the trash bin on the

I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain outside my window will suffice for tonight. I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses in the trash bin on the

Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever said, everything that you’ve never meant, and everything that has burned you and left you with nothing but ash ~Shinji Moon

Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever said, everything that you’ve never meant, and everything that has burned you and left you with nothing but ash ~Shinji Moon

People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket fines and hoping that that means something close to love, and I’m bankrupt from missing you. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket fines and hoping that that means something close to love, and I’m bankrupt from missing you. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

You, with your hands full of Earth and your head full of rainfall. How many hearts do you hold in your own? ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

You, with your hands full of Earth and your head full of rainfall. How many hearts do you hold in your own? ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

We walk around carrying Closed signs around our necks while we press Open to our chests and wonder why the doorbell never rings. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

We walk around carrying Closed signs around our necks while we press Open to our chests and wonder why the doorbell never rings. ~Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being

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