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ellievsbear
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
Jules of Nature

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almost home
KIROKAZE
DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
NASA

if i look back, i am lost
wallacepolsom
Sade Olutola

pixel skylines

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$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
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@kayakaal
this is what best friends are for.
“You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.”
— John Green
I can already sense this year is going to be pathetic
How Will It Change Me?, oil on canvas by Lydia Pettit on Instagram
L. V., exhumed writings
At times I feel like some unfinished tale, not because the pen has fallen short of its ink nor because the book has fallen short of pages. The story itself got hijacked by much noise and commotion, the plot simply got lost somewhere across the lines...
Random Xpressions
Alfaaaz
You kidding? Right?
Pyaara blog 💟
Shukriya 🙌
The Morning After, Alone Again
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Anthony Hurd (American, 1975) - You Have This Hold Over Me (2025)
life is honestly too short to be embarrassed over anything that sparks even a little happiness in you
Prison, Kichijoji 吉祥寺
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
Louise Erdrich - The Painted Drum, 2005.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky's
‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’