Me and Callie during winter in Massachusetts.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
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"Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth."
I'm Veronica. Check out my Bio, or Ask Me Something, if you're so inclined. You can also look at Pictures of Me or read my Personal Posts.
I also run
Fuckyeah! Last Words, a blog about famous last words.
And here is my fitness tumblr.
This blog is:
queer-friendly
body-positive
sex-positive
Bio! Hot off the press!
Ask me anything.
Archive
About
I'm Veronica. Check out my Bio, or Ask Me Something, if you're so inclined. You can also look at Pictures of Me or read my Personal Posts.
I also run
Fuckyeah! Last Words, a blog about famous last words.
And here is my fitness tumblr.
This blog is:
queer-friendly
body-positive
sex-positive
I didn’t want to sleep. I never wanted to sleep these days. Then I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want the leaves turning, the nights turning dark early. — From “Radium”, Louise Glück.(Source: rabbitinthemoon)
(Source: jessicasara22, via lajacobine)
Layer up, asshole.
I’m not coming back for gloves and scarves, I’m coming back for EVERYTHING!
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Two Ladies Ice Skating in Central Park
1892
Walter Granville-Smith
Callie, let’s go ice skating.
(via darksilenceinsuburbia)
(Source: n0-h8-m8, via ist-mir-egal)
