It's crazy how post in drafts stay the same an don't ebb with your flow. I've changed so much and yet the love I had for you flows from that note like over flowing pools after a hard spring rain ... Man I loved you
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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JBB: An Artblog!

if i look back, i am lost

Kaledo Art

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Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Not today Justin

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It's crazy how post in drafts stay the same an don't ebb with your flow. I've changed so much and yet the love I had for you flows from that note like over flowing pools after a hard spring rain ... Man I loved you
Go ahead
There's a spider lacing up my insides
Better keep him there, to hold it all together
I don't know a single thing about you. But I remember they way your breathe smells when we laid in bed on Sunday mornings
Go ahead
There's a spider lacing up my insides
Better keep him there, to hold it all together
The moon is presumed mute—its silence is the silence of death. But when it does speak, it speaks in the language of shadows. You speak this language, too. It was your first language, our shared first language, the language of the dark. When you can’t scream in nightmares, it is the moon caught in your throat, a bright white rolling marble that garbles the voice, makes it choked and animal. Moonlight smells like chalkboard, like snowcloud, like a rock in the dirt. You can skin it with a glimpse, lay its pelt down by the hearth, and wrap yourself in its furred light. No weapons, no blood. A glimpse as it shifts in time; what a thing to witness, the full moon’s monthly resurrection.
The Hunter’s Moon is up, and “The Moon in Full” series continues at the Paris Review.
I found a post to you. My eyes well in remembrance. Sorry of the loss. Of yourself in me. I will always love you
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
I'm restless
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The best shot for the SuperMoon 2020.
Source: Ohrid, MK - Ohrid Astronomy Association.
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