اللهم طهر قلبي من الحزن، ومن مرارة الخذلان
وامنحني القدرة على تجاوز ما أصابني،
واجعلني قويًا بذكرك، صبورًا بفضلك،
.وراضيًا بحكمتك التي لا تخيب

blake kathryn
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Cosmic Funnies
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titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@lost-intuition
اللهم طهر قلبي من الحزن، ومن مرارة الخذلان
وامنحني القدرة على تجاوز ما أصابني،
واجعلني قويًا بذكرك، صبورًا بفضلك،
.وراضيًا بحكمتك التي لا تخيب
I once walked roads of silver skies,
With stars that danced in lullabies.
My world was spun in threads of light,
A castle built in endless night.
I dreamed of days that never end,
Of hearts that heal and skies that bend,
Of love untouched by time or pain,
Of sun that shines without the rain.
But time — that quiet, ruthless guide —
Unveiled the truth I’d pushed aside.
The stars, I learned, were distant fire,
Not whispers sent to feed desire.
The world is not a perfect song;
It’s broken glass we walk along.
It teaches soft with sharpened edge,
And trades our wings for cautious steps.
Yet in the fall, I found my ground,
In silence, heard a different sound.
Not every dream survives the day,
But some must die to show the way.
So now I live with open eyes,
Less sky-bound hopes, more earthwise ties.
I miss the dreams that made me soar—
But crave their comfort less and less.
For growing up is not defeat,
It’s planting roots beneath your feet.
And knowing truth can still be kind—
Though softer dreams are left behind.
This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper
somebody get that girl a large sized beverage before she loses it completely
Read that again
“look at the sunset” “look at the sky”“look at the moon” type of person >>>
More self worth
sitting on a balcony on a summer evening/night is such a healing experience
actually tumblr should pay ME for sticking around this long
having a pure heart is the greatest flex.
Say it with me: I owe it to myself to see how good it can get.
You’re entering your becoming era. Keep pushing. Don’t look back.
May this June be a soft reset. A month of change you chose, clarity you claimed, consistency you committed to, and connection that feeds you.