I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Notice she says “who” it was and not “what” it was.
Oh I just gotta snuggle my baby bear!
This definitely deserves a reblog, no matter what kind of blog you have.
I didn’t have the heart not to reblog.
Never Forget 9/11
The planets, aligned.the sickest thing ive ever seen
-Photos from my last trip to Huejuquilla El Alto, Jalisco♡
This is beautiful..
Tequila is love.
Yes👌😢💔 tastes better than tears…