I'm just a work in progess


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Jez. 18 19 20 21 22 years young.
Located somewhere in the middle of the UK. Muddling my way through life just like everybody else.
This blog is just a disjointed stream of anything that I like.


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This is too deep to comprehend.

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Paradise | (by Joel Penner)
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Victoria, Australia. The Small and Large Magellanic Clouds
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

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