this journal is officially dead. :(

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she lowers her voice (almost to a whisper- but the words are released in perfect lows&highs, ringing clearly like a harmony from four summers ago). "i know it looks like i'm moving. but i'm standing still."

the truth is that i want to spend forever looking at all of your pretty photographs. i want to read what it's like to live thousands of miles away. i genuinely would love nothing better than to get to know more people. but i don't want names on a list. &given my poor time management skills &attempts at avoiding the internet world, i won't be able ( Read more... )