iris flower, is a symbol of every communication with love, everything that is expected with hope, and beauty.
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iris flower, is a symbol of every communication with love, everything that is expected with hope, and beauty.
i have met a girl three months ago and it feels like i have known her my entire life. her face is so familiar and so mine like i have seen it forever. we hug and it feels like you put two puzzle pieces together and it’s like we were made to fit each other. her eyes are coffee brown and i feel like that’s why i’ve always loved brown eyes because i had to see hers. her heart so beautiful it’s like if for once, even once, i was kind to someone, it was so i would be eligible enough to find a heart like hers. i am 21 years old, i have met this girl 3 months ago in this world. i had met her before, in the skies above, before we came here, and we bonded then, and now, we have just recognised each other again.
becoming an adult is essentially having all your friends in different cities and permanently missing someone
*grips the sink and looks into the mirror with clenched teeth* "it will not always feel this heavy"
"how do u forget so fast?" i have 10000 tabs in my brain and they keep functioning at the same time cut me some slack
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust, 1880-1903
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
Laying in the dark listening to nothing
My bedroom windows after a summer storm
midterms are coming up.
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
i love being friendly and i want to be alone all day believe it or not you cannot do both