Confessions of an Introvert

Little alice fell down the rabbit hole, bumped her head and bruised her soul

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder

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"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”
— Lemony Snicket (via langleav)
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nippled:

*throws flower petals at you* be my friend

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