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"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." Oh btw I'm paola :3

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~ Wednesday, May 9 ~

teachingliteracy:

Poetry Selection at the Book House in Dinkytown (by yadem.hayseed)

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~ Sunday, November 20 ~

book worm~

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~ Wednesday, July 6 ~

transientpermanence:

I find sadness in the fact that something so depressingly true would be written in a children’s book, a foreshadowing of what might infect their futures. I suppose they would just imagine it as being alone in the physical sense, and hopefully that is all they will ever be.

(Source: p4nem)

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