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There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air, and time is quiet and mellow.
Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me (via landscape-photo-graphy)
Constantly reminding myself each day that I am good enough. That the universe shining on me is all the validation I need.
theprinceofnostalgia (via wordsnquotes)
My heart hurts that means I’m alive.
Kazuya Minekura, Stigma (via wordsnquotes)
…Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else…
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via wordsnquotes)
I want a cottage with a stream behind it and a forest that goes for miles on and deer are seen peeking out from the branches. Tea is brewing and my garden’s flowers are blooming. I am at peace with the world and full of kindness.
Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.
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Dear Future, I don’t know if I’ll live to see you. Regards, Present. (P.S. Past whispers "hello")
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To write is to bleed. Then I shall bleed.
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Tell me what to do. Yes, I am asking myself. Because no one else is ever going to give me an answer.
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