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I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I fucking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed.

I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again.

tommcfly:

Most triumphant.

meganphntmgrl:

pabuthefirecat:

Pabu, the Acrobatic Cat

Pabu: Jump!  Jump!  Double-jump!

you can dance if you want to

you can leave your friends behind

are we human

or are we dancers

smilestoinspire:

This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

"Misschien betekent volwassen worden niet dat je de antwoorden hebt gevonden, maar dat je bent gestopt met vragen stellen."

—Michael van Peel (michaelvanpeel.be)

imaginethedarkerside:

dunflower:

u know someone is having a rough day when their favorite song plays and they don’t sing along

No one will understand how much this just broke my heart.

doctor who + cinematography