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AnasAbdin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
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todays bird
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies

blake kathryn
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature

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Untitled // Brian Crippe
We're halfway through #mentalhealthweek 😊 I love #mentalhealthawareness because it gives a microphone to so many stories that would otherwise be silent. Last week, I was given that same opportunity. I've been volunteering with @sicknotweak since the launch back in March, and last week they published my story. I love the work that #sicknotweak has done in these past few months, and am thankful for being given a stage for my story because our stories are so important. They hold the light for other stories stuck in the darkness. (Link in profile) #depression #mentalillness #mentalillnessawareness #anxiety #twloha #writing #story @jamietworkowski @twloha @matthewgoodgram @kevinbreel
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BlackBear Studio
“Forgive my falling if it should bring me too low; forgive this aching.” Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson ___ Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now! #tylerknott
untitled by wakingphotolife: on Flickr.
There are many nights when my heart is heavier than the body it sleeps in. A longing, a focus in loneliness, the never-ending desire to see breaths rise and fall under the bedsheets beside you. It is easy to get tangled up in the things that are missing. When the silence settles around you and the sadness sneaks in, reminding you that you can never really shake it off entirely. It may take a leave of absence, but it will always return at some point and all you can do is mentally attempt to keep your emotional head above water well enough to keep you in the shallow end of suicide.
Bronte, Australia | by Jeremy Bishop
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Typewriter Series #1435 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
I move the stars for no one.
We all have things we want to let go of, and ways we prefer to do it. Slipping out the back door at night to run away into the silence and the sparkle of the stars. Giving ourselves entirely to another, losing ourselves to the closed eyes and sexual embrace of a lover. The days lost to staying in bed. The warmth of a strong drink, and the feeling of the alcohol sneaking back up your throat and forming a burning lump sleeping beneath your collar bone when you’ve had too much. The pulsing of club music echoing in your ears, or the sound of bar banter in the background of a game of pool with friends. The sobs that come when the dam finally bursts and the tears flow, uncontrollable and inconsolable for the few minutes before you go back to the routine, The weightless feeling of your body in open water, how it feels on your skin as you move through it with such grace. The smell of a freshly sparked joint, the way it lets the world feel softer-childproofing the sharp edges of life so they dont hurt so much. The way a good book feels like your story, feels like home. The lyrics that describe your life to a t. The freedom that exists in car dancing and turning up the music loud enough to drown out your singing (which, at this volume, is more shouting than singing). The way paint mixes with the brush, watching the colours swirl and get eaten up by each other until they form something new, something neither of them could be without the other, before moving to their final home on the canvas; where they’ll live forever on your wall, or collecting dust in the corner of your garage. The sweat that appears on your face as your lungs burn (and try to scream bloody murder, but there just isnt enough air) as you run, chasing out the pain (or running away from it). The confession over coffee with a friend. The thrill of going somewhere new, knowing there’s always the opportunity to change, the chance at a clean slate, the possibility to change everything about yourself and completely alter your life. There’s always the option for a new beginning when faced with an ending
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Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
Marcus Aurelius (via thecalminside)
Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Carl Jung (via thecalminside)
The Underground Vintage Club
Mount Pilchuck, United States