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Hi. I'm Sarah. I reblog stuff that I am anywhere from mildly to obscenely obsessed with and pretend I'm cultured. It's a very taxing lifestyle.
Previously known as rainbowbags, thalassophiliac, and whimsicalosity.

When he left, she’d always replay every single moment they shared together in her mind, savoring his facial expressions, the way his hair fell slightly into his forehead when he became agitated, or the way the skin around his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled. She’d lay in bed long after the little monsters that were her younger siblings were tamed and tucked under the covers, staring at the stars and dreaming of a life she thought - knew - she would never have, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.