Taylor Writes: I LOVE

Monday, September 23, 2013

I love the sound of shaking a match out—like fabric flapping in the wind.

TRMP

20 YRS

USA

My feet are constantly trying to catch up with my heart—ink fills all the space in between.

I am this and this and this and this.

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180

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healed only for a moment until we shatter again
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