When it was Possible to Concentrate, The World Felt like A Perpetually Unfolding Miracle

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Kaledo Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@neurochaotic
When it was Possible to Concentrate, The World Felt like A Perpetually Unfolding Miracle
forever is a feeling and I know it well
– Lucy Dacus
Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen
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your life is not getting worse you just haven't listened to music all day
Eight Rainbows! WOW Lehigh Valley, PA [960 x 960]
hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
Sweet Nothing // Taylor Swift
Summer walks in nature. The Misty Pond of Villeneuve, 1908. Painter: Henri Biva, oil on canvas.
u could kill someone and girls would be like no literally i get where ur coming from
she's right.
me by Florine van Rees, styling & assistence by Serena Zom
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
[text ID: A lovely September day—tender—]
e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i
think of you”]