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- Pieces of me, 8, "Someday we'll meet"
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"I write about love like I know it so well, but to be honest, love and I have never officially met."
- Pieces of me, 8, "Someday we'll meet"
you should be able to stay home from work just because you're a little sleepy
Baby girl I'm going through metamorphosis
Baby girl help I just found out there's no permanent sense of self and my metamorphosis will never stop
Poppies Hermit by Luca Merli
Laurits Andersen Ring: At Breakfast, 1898
when you find a single flake of glitter on yourself for seemingly no reason. where'd you come from girl. where's the party at
at the club fucked up on kerrygold pure irish butter
🌲🌿🍃
↟ forest goddesses ↟
they can help you with hunting, gathering, protecting, and healing. they especially like when you call them and their forest beautiful. but be careful, they might mess with you or like you so much they make you stay forever in metsänpeitto.
musings on november
― Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
˗ˏˋin case you’d like to buy me a☕ˎˊ˗
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath
— Hanya Yanagihara, 𝘈 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦
But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist , they are alive , they are for anyone to open, unlike us human being.
–Bo Carpelan, tr. by David McDuff , from "Urwind". Published c. 1993