I find myself oh to often racking my brain with questions it seems I will never find the answers to… Why? Why this? Why now? It’s almost depressing, but I don’t care. I have an urge and desire to explore these thoughts in such depth, a great hunger for knowledge and answers, that the depressing emotions that come with them are almost worth it.
I wanna love like Johnny and June
—Miranda Lambert
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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via constantlybitching)
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Love this beaut!
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