"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin (via observando)

"I have so many things going on right now but the first thing i think about in the morning is you."

(via gracefully-found)

(Source: fuckinq, via blvemoon)

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