Mae🌷

26 🍄 digital journal 🍄 legally blind, chronically ill, ADD girly 🍄 TW: Depression, anxiety, loss

[maes-refuge]

How tragic is it,

That words only pour out,

When I'm floundering in the depths of despair

[roua-poemului]

“Console me this evening, I am dying of hope.”

— Alfred de Musset, from a poem titled “The Muse,” featured in The Penguin Book of French Poetry: 1820-1950.

[nothingtofalar]

Tell me what your heart hides. I'll meet it with love.

[rosieandthemoon]

Lupins & Foxgloves {via Milli Proust}

[girlmv]

archive mb for @passionfruitdoll

[paper-wounds]

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[thoughtkick]

“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

[paper-wounds]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky's

‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[maureen2musings]

Dawn Chorus Walk, Nostell, West Yorkshire

yorkshire_brew

[escape-deer]

Dew drops on clover leaves are my favorite thing, I saw these little guys outside the art studio yesterday…

[nightquotes]

“It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.” — Graham Foust

[nixscriptum]

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