Snow Queen | endritmertiri
Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip; to touch anything is torture.
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Erin Kelly, Broadchurch (via booksqouted) |
she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath
Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason,
you sing.
you sing.
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| — | ~ William Stafford, Cutting Loose (via conflictingheart) |
