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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Stranger Things
trying on a metaphor
dirt enthusiast
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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One Nice Bug Per Day
sheepfilms
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pixel skylines
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
styofa doing anything
we're not kids anymore.
$LAYYYTER
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@black-hole-starlight
what if i stopped stressin and trusted everything will be okay and felt deep peace inside
“the shaman no longer looks for meaning in life, but brings meaning to every situation. the shaman stops looking for truth and instead brings truth to every encounter. you don’t look for the right partner, you become the right partner. and then the right partner finds you. it’s a very active practice focused on healing.”
-Alberto Villoldo 🌓🍃
👑💛🌟🕊️
66.
My side of the story doesn't matter anymore...
Life happened, I healed
But most importantly I learned who deserves a seat on my table and who will never seat again.
“ghosts roam this world in search of meaning, a way back home, a chance to let go, or a reason to shed this endless grief. no one knows why - but i am beginning to understand that these spaces that end suddenly become haunted by the very farewells we never got to say.”
—
simon colinson
Clarice Lispector, from “Preciousness", Complete Stories (tr. by Katrina Dodson)
[ Text ID: Sometimes, instead of lines, she’d draw / stars, stars, stars, ]
— Henry Miller, from “Tropic of Cancer.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from “Nausea.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from “Nausea.”
𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑
By Bao Tran Trung
— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
i come on tumblr and see a line of poetry that throws me into a series of deep meditations and takes me through the 7 stages of grief for the next couple weeks. it’s like dying everyday and being reborn at every corner on here.
"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone."
– Jean Rhys
by Samantha Cavet