Remembering life is like looking at a puzzle. Each piece- each scene, event, person, feeling- is whole, but separate from every other piece. I can't understand how they all fit together. Which pieces form the corners, the sky or the logo on the very bottom right. Each instant is purely self-contained. My life is lived, puzzle piece to puzzle piece, not knowing where each goes in the grand scheme of the larger puzzle.
This is mostly a scrapbook of reblogs. All pieces of other peoples puzzles. You can find some of my writing here:
sinking sands
mine
we felt alive
the letter F
confession
Would you rather have a pretty blog or save a life? If you scroll past this without reblogging you’re heartless, this is not at all a joke. She is 12 years old and missing, reblogging this could save this poor girls life. Don’t even hesitate to reblog.
i was in southbank that day, i wish i had seen this, because i could’ve seen her and not known she was missing :/ i will never not reblog photos like this, they can save lives.
My best friend Jordans sister was missing in Venice and thanks to one of these little pieces of paper being shared 6,000 times, someone saw her and called her family. This has been reblogged 80,000 times. Please keep it going. She’s just a baby :(
(Source: hipster-party, via elieattie)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY