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Day 51 🎈

2025.8.16

leafletts

it’s been one year and my heart still beats for you 🌷🌱 ig: leafletts

leafletts

Did not mean for this to go viral omfg

raeannvarona

Eating and roaming around Binondo, the world’s oldest Chinatown

Established in 1594, Binondo is known as the world’s oldest Chinatown and is one of my most favorite districts in Manila.

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cosmicloveless

post-work picnic

cosmicloveless

post-work picnic

sunscreenstudies

july 28 | monday

ancientsstudies

Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum by simret.jpg.

ashstfu

and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.

scriptedbyher

these days are heavy, really, awfully hard. but i know i’ll get through it. it’ll pass, one way or another.

galina

café allongé, svp!

orimji

train journey home

wetheurban

Say it with me: I deserve a life that feels good to wake up to, and I will do whatever it takes to get there.

ashstfu

i keep thinking about this: maybe love isn’t a destination or a possession but an influence. a force that changes your shape. that helps you become. and when it’s gone, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost it. it means you’ve absorbed it. the people who leave don’t take it with them. they leave it behind in you.

ashstfu

love is about transforming. about leaving someone better than you found them, even if you had to leave. and i hope i’ve done that. i hope somewhere, someone is still listening to a song i showed them. still laughing at something i said. still drinking their coffee the way i do. we don’t belong to each other but we do belong to the versions of ourselves we became in each other’s presence and in that way, we never truly lose anyone.