Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.

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Claire Keane

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Sade Olutola

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
I’m craving scones and strawberries and cream all the time 🍓🫖
“When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.”
— Marcus Aurelius
This must be what the inside of a snow globe looks like
Couldn’t resist adding some colour to this!
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Some people see me
and believe
I hung the moon
and the stars,
but what they don’t ask
is how long I sat
in the darkness,
alone,
before creation
put me on a schedule
with its heavenly bodies
I supposedly hung
from the ceiling of the universe.
And if someone asked
how much time passed
since I sat
in that space between
what I was
and what I am,
I would become very far away
and tell them,
“a long while.”
I trace my finger in the sky,
making connections
between stars
that will never align.
I wish someone would ask.
smoothjaz__
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How much must be forgotten, out of love.
How much must be forgiven, even love.
never underestimate the healing power of a patch of sunlight
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (August 1851)
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I also have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn't enough, what is?
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (London, beginning of January 1874)
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless