Part of surviving is being able to move on.
Alexandra Bracken
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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izzy's playlists!

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
macklin celebrini has autism

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@les-skyhigh
Part of surviving is being able to move on.
Alexandra Bracken
i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever
and i have no concept of passage of time
Literally me...
Being around water and just hearing nature gives me peace
Being in our natural habitat is good for us.
Verschwende deine Energie nicht, um Beziehungen und Freundschaften zu reparieren, die du nicht zerstört hast.
When someone is mean to me I remain unwaveringly kind not because I want to be but because nothing will make them feel more Stupid. That look on their faces when you don’t match their energy is priceless actually it’s like you can see that they’ve realized they’re an adult baby
“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”
— C.S. Lewis
““That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.” - Kaui Hart Hemmings”
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I need a hug, a long hug, a tight hug.
El tiempo tiene una manera de mostrarnos lo que realmente importa en la vida.
something will always be wrong with me. i will never be whole
Was würde ich dafür geben, diese Ängste loszuwerden.
Das, was wir nicht sagen, sammelt sich im Körper an. Es verwandelt sich in Schlaflosigkeit, Tränen, Nostalgie, Zweifel, Schmerz und Trauer. Das, was wir nicht sagen, stirbt nicht. Es tötet uns.