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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Claire Keane
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Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
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we're not kids anymore.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@quietcoincide
friendly reminder
don’t become who hurt you
Christopher Rozzi
“The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It’s more like a desire to separate a piece of one’s experience & set it up on its own, an isolated object never to trouble you again, at least not for a bit. In the absence of this impulse nothing stirs.”
- Philip Larkin, Letters to Monica
the thing is, I thought you were gonna stick around.
(via ruinedhnds-blog)
I love myself, even if for a long time I didn’t.
I like my quirks, my taste in music, movies, etc. I like me.
But I don’t think other people like me, at least romantically.
In my experience, I’m never enough. I’m the almost. I’m the person that falls in love alone. The one that gives her heart and never gets a heart in return. I’m the one who found what I thought was the love of my life, just I wasn’t his.
I did have relationships, and at least one was really good, but we broke up. Mostly because we didn’t let our hearts to be taken.
For a long time I was so focused in solving my economics that I put the pieces of my heart in a shelf, waiting.
Now, I took my heart again and looking around the only thing I can see is people being happy, being in love, being loved…and I m here holding my heart, planning a future with me…and no one else.
And it kills me a little.
You can’t rush love, but there is a point when you have to realise that it just isn’t coming.
on purpose!!! love people on purpose!!! find someone wonderful and love them and tell them it wasn’t an accident, you had a choice, you saw who they were and realized how lovely it would be to love them, and it is!!! i made a good decision! i love you on purpose!!!
people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.
there’s so much joy in living a private life. looking really pretty and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative
“The only reason I write about you, it’s because is the only way I can have you”
— the girl with sad eyes
You’re the girl that nobody really notices, the girl that blends. You turn to background noise, you’re easy to forget. You long for someone to pause and notice; the gentle dips of you, the eyes that are forever distant and the cuts that cover your wrists. You need someone to intertwine your soul with, to make you feel whole. Too bad, the fact that, you weren’t built for love.
@ god why did you make me so full of love but so unlovable ?