“Tears transformed his face, the fall was almost limitless. My father would walk along like a gardener of nothingness, outside of the surface of life. He seemed to scatter into garments, an enormous featherless dignity, an older material.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Tree of Codes (via distantheartbeats)
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I'm Rachael, 17/senior. music and books and spending all my money but always needing it, yadda yad.
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