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lauriaemma:

Holy moly, this is soooooo adorable!

lauriaemma:

Holy moly, this is soooooo adorable!

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votrerealitite:

fairy tale about a girl who found dead animal in the forest and shared it with her warmth by laura makabresku on Flickr.
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majikat:

uneasy constant

majikat:

uneasy constant

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sawyerandkate:

Reunion

Sawyer and Kate in LOST, One Of Us, Season 3, Episode 16

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otropendejo:

Just Kat (♥) 

otropendejo:

Just Kat (♥) 

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he-was-real:

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”

he-was-real:

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”

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 The funeral’s over, and they’re lowering your body into the ground. I guess that’s kind of a blessing; you won’t get turned into an Inferius or something like that. That would suck balls, wouldn’t it? Damn, I’m making light at a funeral. At your funeral. Seriously, someone should kick me out. Maybe I’m not saying anything, but I’m pretty fucking sure that these thoughts aren’t adding to the peaceful aura or whatever.God, Marlene, just stop looking so still. It’s really the only thing I notice, the one thing that I’m fixated on. Just move a little, okay? Wave to me or something. I promise, if you just smile or grin then it’ll all be okay. Then all of my inappropriate thoughts would be forgiven, since I would run up and hug you and that emotion would be sweet and public and you’d love me for it.Come on, they’re putting the top on your coffin. It’s your last chance. Don’t get buried alive, okay? That would really be a downer, yeah? Say something. Tell them to stop. Move around. Do something.Please.

The funeral’s over, and they’re lowering your body into the ground. I guess that’s kind of a blessing; you won’t get turned into an Inferius or something like that. That would suck balls, wouldn’t it?

Damn, I’m making light at a funeral. At your funeral. Seriously, someone should kick me out. Maybe I’m not saying anything, but I’m pretty fucking sure that these thoughts aren’t adding to the peaceful aura or whatever.

God, Marlene, just stop looking so still. It’s really the only thing I notice, the one thing that I’m fixated on. Just move a little, okay? Wave to me or something. I promise, if you just smile or grin then it’ll all be okay. Then all of my inappropriate thoughts would be forgiven, since I would run up and hug you and that emotion would be sweet and public and you’d love me for it.

Come on, they’re putting the top on your coffin. It’s your last chance. Don’t get buried alive, okay? That would really be a downer, yeah? Say something. Tell them to stop. Move around. Do something.

Please.

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