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i dont think people understand what i mean by the tangibly of things, i take pictures on cameras so that theres the constant reminder of the feeling you once had thats behind the story, with a phone its three clicks and its gone, with a picture its more than that to destroy the memories, i sit here with a picture i took of you a week ago sitting on my leg and i am reminded of how broken i will be if we fall apart because your smiling face and ruffled hair and cute nose are staring back at me and im reminded, reminded of how much someone actually cares for me.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
tangible
i dont think people understand what i mean by the tangibly of things, i take pictures on cameras so that theres the constant reminder of the feeling you once had thats behind the story, with a phone its three clicks and its gone, with a picture its more than that to destroy the memories, i sit here with a picture i took of you a week ago sitting on my leg and i am reminded of how broken i will be if we fall apart because your smiling face and ruffled hair and cute nose are staring back at me and im reminded, reminded of how much someone actually cares for me.
old and forgotten our past is
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18/Androgynous
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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