when you grow up, your heart dies

We're all addicted to something that takes the pain away.
cheetah print. photography. music with good lyrics. open-minded people. tattoos. piercings. cupcakes. grape juice.
im emilee and thats all you need to know for right now:)

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There’s a space at the bottom of an exhale, a little hitch between taking in and letting out that’s a perfect zero you can go into. There’s a rest point between the heart muscle’s close and open – an instant of keenest living when you’re momentarily dead. You can rest there.
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