
@theartofmadeline
Misplaced Lens Cap

pixel skylines
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Andulka
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
AnasAbdin
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Origami Around

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kiana Khansmith

tannertan36
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@ophelia-overdose
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Another Birth"
[Text ID: "I plant my hands in the garden / I will grow green, I know, I know"]
gentle reminder 🕯️♥️
The journey of healing begins with acceptance
Quote by Ari Cofer
Trista Mateer, from Aphrodite Made Me Do It
[Text ID: “You have to let something / go. You carry too much in your heart. / There’s no room for anything else.”]
thoughts for today - 11/19/2022
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Grief is… shitty. And aggravating. Especially when the person isn’t dead.
A lot of my writing ends up being for people who I think might get that. Mourning someone who’s well off and alive, doing their thing. Grieving for things that never happened and were never possible. Longing for the dichotomy between what is real and what you wished for to close and be one… it’s all very frustrating and annoying.
If maybe that’s you, I hope you know you aren’t alone. Sending love and warm wishes.
- m.b
I've learned to fall in love with everything because I was taught to love nothing, and each time something breaks me I smile wider, knowing that at least flowers can still grow from the pieces of my mosaic heart.
I'm not saying that im an attention whore but, whenever I get over 1000 notes or i get messaged or someone sends me an ask, i start smiling like fuckin crazy, im not an attention whore tho
borderline personality disorder?? nah bro i have big p3n1s disorder
Me: *playing with 2 gummy bear magnets* they are repelling. They are both north or both south
Me: *forcing them together* they don't love each other... they are too alike
Me: *stares wistfully into space one tear falls from my eye*
Could someone ever love me for who I am?
But then again, who am I?
an entire mood.
finding myself begging for basic love and care in literally every relationship i have