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“Picking Wild Flowers” (also known as “Picking Daisies”) (1905) (detail) by Hermann Seeger (1857-1945).
yall see “love” and immediately go to “romantic love” if you translate “love is the whole point” to “romantic love is the whole point” you need to rethink everything because love is found in everything. in community, in friendships, in family, in food, in nature so actually love is the whole point and u can die mad about it. hope this helps <3
I feel like I’m losing everyone. I don’t want to believe that you’re gone. I don’t want to believe that I’ll never see you again. I didn’t think this would hurt so much. I miss you.
I’m tired of hiding.
I want to do better.
I want to feel like I’m enough.
Can I just go back on my happy pills
Next step is to fold in the cheese. SCHITT’S CREEK, 2.02
Mother deliver me from gin headaches, I’ve lost enough Sunday mornings as it is. I’ve written enough thank you notes and apology letters now is the time for manifestos and songs.
— Phoebe Stuckes, from “Three spells,” Platinum Blonde
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this still cracks me up like can you imagine you’re 130 years old and suddenly a gigantic alien baby starts following you around
Retreated to Nova Scotia for the fall, see ya never.
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Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. September 1839 (x)