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being in yr 20s is like every day is a Try Not To Spend 40$ Challenge and i keep losing
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
I’m convinced casual magic is admiring the colours of pretty flowers ♡
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a gloomy day in the city
when vincent van gogh said “but you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more”
why does what happens in a moment take years to forget?
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from mark soergel designs
"You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about my psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand."
– "Dull Pieces Of Truth" by Fortesa Latifi
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