by amina__yasar
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wallacepolsom

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Mike Driver

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#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day

Origami Around
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Not today Justin
Stranger Things
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Cosmic Funnies
todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Discoholic 🪩
d e v o n

Janaina Medeiros
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@gedanken-strick
by amina__yasar
Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)
Patrick Dundon, from "Gratitude"
Bol'shaya Nisogora, Russia by Oleg Zverev
this whole year felt like a hallucination what happened
— Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
[text ID: Maybe someday I'd be able to think it over calmly, in a brighter place than this, full of sunlight and flowers. But by then it would be too late.]
My love for you was different.
I felt like I couldn’t survive without you.
You were the stars in the sky and the oxygen in my lungs.
My world revolved around you.
But soon enough, as the years passed by,
the fire I had for you, the crave I had for just the
touch of your fingertips had faded away.
All that was left were the lonely crackle of embers
And the sound of my heart falling from my chest
and shattering on the ground.
worst feeling is having someone in your heart but not in your life
the worst feeling is when you don’t wanna give up on someone but you know you have to.
“We keep things to ourselves. We withhold them because of fear—because those things that we need to say, or acknowledge, or confess, or our own failings that we need to own up to—they can feel so important, it is hard to trust them to something so unsafe as words.”
—
Kei Miller, Things I Have Withheld
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
the inherent romanticism of someone leaning their head on your shoulder
everything about this minus the part about the baby