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i think i may be a bad person.

fyodor dostoevsky / pat the bunny / richard siken / trista mateer / clarice lispector / franz kafka

I never told you this, but sometimes I just sit there and imagine all the little scenarios of us in my head. Basic things like watching movies, cuddling, doing late night food runs, have deep conversations, and taking random trips. I just miss you and want to be with you.

#words #quotes

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#photography

surqrised

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

#literature #haruki murakami #words

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#aesthetic

vangoghcore

by zeewipark

#ocean aesthetic #moon #nature #this is beautiful

metamorphesque

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: I am alone in my room, between two worlds.]

#the unabridged journals of sylvia plath #quotes #slyvia plath #literature

keezybees

#blue #flowers #art #forget-me-not

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jane kenyon, camp evergreen

#jane kenyon #camp evergreen #poetry #words

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berries!

[image descriptions: two small watercolor paintings, closeups of several blueberries and strawberries respectively. both are painted in bright colors, with white sunlight dappling the berries. /end i.d.]

#strawberries #blueberries #fruit #watercolor #art

geopsych

At the pond that morning the air was glowing.

#landscape #pond #photography

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Most Days I Want to Live

by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Not all days. But most days I do. Most days the garden’s almost enough: little pink flowers on the sage, even though the man said we couldn’t eat it. Not this kind. And I said, Then, gosh. What’s the point? The flowers themselves, I suppose. The rain came and then the hail came and my love brought them in. Even tipped over they look optimistic. I know it’s too late to envy the flowers. That century’s over and done. And hope? That’s a jinx. But I did set them right. I patted them a little. And prayed for myself, which is embarrassing to admit in this day and age. But I did it. Because no one was looking or listening anyway.

#gabrielle calvocoressi #poetry #most days i want to live