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moon wanders aimlessly through the silhouette of absent illuminance. present vital beings who steer a disdained heart, heaving of vengeance could purloin. only a eldritch boudoir will shelter a woman of ailment to keep her unassail.
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
searching wisdom through vamoosing a setting where the undesirable seek to rot. leaving in absence while my tongue still favors you through your ill will. apprehensive tendencies led you astray as i transpire amicably abroad
longing for something way back when I had it in me. a sense of gratifying escapism with a touch of midnight winds. existing with a purpose, living with a caution.
how will u learn when you only seek familiar paths? there’s a warmth on this corner but there’s hope in the unfamiliar
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