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(Source: raisinsandalmonds, via a1rpl4nes)
—Castiel from Supernatural (via thisiswhenyourheart-stops)
(Source: maudit, via gif-a-palooza)
All my life is a map
Every thought an adventure
Every emotion a buried treasure, uncovered
My principals, morals, my inner truth
all set as true north
My sun rises in curiosity
Sets in pride
The coasts of southern nations
riddled with pebbles of friendship,
sand of love
Many have drown in these seas guilt;
In these seas of despair and shame
many have been lost
The mountains too they have vanished
Fore those are the lands of hope
All sprinkled with peaks of achievement
My valleys are plentiful
and this is where the families dwell in contentment
They are the builders of these strees
like ivy bush they do grow
These cities they feed
ever fluid
full of movement
full of change
yet never altered.
My world is pure.
It is clean.
And it is lovely.
And I am the explorer.
I am the one who realized it all.
It makes my heart so desperately sad, yet wonderfully happy at the same time.
(Source: stumbleupon.com)