2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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@naliasworld
Don't hide the truth inside of you from anyone
The true power of you can't be taken away Believe you are free
Far from the Madding Crowd
It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language chiefly made by men to express theirs.
- Bathsheba Everdene
you know when you've changed but don't know how?
you know when you've changed but don't know how?
Ernest Hemingway
"Why darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you."
A Farewell To Arms
Imagine if you could bottle a memory like scent. Then, whenever you wanted, you could open it. It’d be like living the moment all over again. And any memories you didn’t want, you could simply throw away.
It's just, sometimes... people don't really say what they're really thinking. But when you capture the right moment, it says more.
- Jonathan Byers
Well, you melt the snow And you grow the roses And you dry the tears And you freckle noses Our little world Revolves around you Coming up and going down
Mrs. de Winter: Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. I dreamt that where our drive once lay, a dark and tortured jungle grew. Nature had come into her own, and yet the house still stood. Manderley. Secretive and silent as it had always been. Risen from the dead. Like all dreamers, I was allowed to pass through my memory. Spanning the years like a bridge. Back to that summer in Monte Carlo when I knew nothing and had no prospects.
I can see the girl I was so clearly, even if I no longer recognize her.
-Rebecca, 2020
All the pretty places Pull us away from where the pain is These open skies Leaving the past behind I would for all the pretty places
Watch the sunrise, sunset, same day When was the last time you did that anyways?