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"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."
Good Morning by ~pixelgraph
village by ~ajoj
Drown yourself in a sea of lust. by Raven Yeh on Flickr.
<134> by colloid.android on Flickr.
Each morning I get up I die a little by millie clinton. on Flickr.
untitled by WIPE YOUR FACE on Flickr.