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Jules of Nature

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art
RMH
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
NASA
Not today Justin
hello vonnie
$LAYYYTER

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@angelworld55
And rise with me forever Across the silent sand
the stars will be your eyes And the wind will be my hands 🫀🎶🎶
always
☁︎ — (via sinr)
"The hardest thing that can happen to a person is to find no way to convince someone of a truth for which there is no evidence."
"The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.
'My heart is full of things, but I chose to remain silent. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand anyway."
I love you
With the pallor of your skin
And the night that lingers beneath your eyes
I love you
With the white streaks of your hair
And your scars
So do you love me with my seasons and transformations?
With my despair and hopelessness?
I love you
With your rejection or acceptance
Even when I am unbearable
With all the emotion I possess
I love you
"For you, a thousand times over!"
"من أجلك، ألف مرة ومرة!"
ᏢᎯᏢᎬᎡᎷᎯᏁ ᎰᎥᏞᎷ
Do you know, Sophia, what terrifies me most in this life? Not sickness, not loneliness, not even death itself, Sophia... but the thought that a whole life could pass without me feeling for a single moment that I was truly alive... that I might wake up one day and find that I never laughed from the heart, never loved madly, never cried out in pain, never wept bitterly... that everything I lived was merely a series of identical, repetitive days, where nothing surprises, nothing hurts, nothing brings life to the veins.
Isn't that the real death, Sophia?
Excerpt from the story "The Nun" - by Anton Chekhov |