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₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. i miss you services

[paper-fairy]

“She has a heart, too much heart perhaps.”

— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,” 

[kisxmesoft]

[kissycat]

Thank god soulmates (one person destined for you that you will never be happy without) aren't real but soulmates (people you understand and connect with on a special level, multiple, some of which you havent met yet) are real

[andthenyourealizethat]

IS THERE AN EMPATH ON THE PLANE

[muhtesemz]

Video collected. This is just so soothing.

[remanence-of-love]

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from her book titled "Hekate: the Witch: Poems", published in 2025

[girlfictions]

Mary Oliver, Moments

[weltenwellen]

Saeed Jones, "Aretha Franklin Hears an Echo While Singing "Save Me", Alive at the End of the World

[probuccalfat]

good morning. something needs to change

[ludvigj]

near-life experience

[psikonauti]

Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi (Japanese,contemporary)

Bird spinning stars

Acrylic

[confessionsdiaz]

*through gritted teeth* the world is GOOD. people are kind. Humans are NOT inherently selfish. you will make it through this year. recovery is possible. people you don't know yet will love you. You are going to do things you can't even imagine right now. You are going to read a rlly good book. You are going to eat some rlly good food. You are going to experience joy again. Things can get better. Situations can change. You can choose to be kinder. The world can change for the better.

[metamorphesque]

"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."

Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet

[ofallingstar]

The Wind Rises (2013)

[shisasan]

Just a note. . . sitting out here in my room watching dawn come, seeing the mist rise Listening to early morning radio.

August 25, 1964 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977

[explicitlyrics]

stained glass snoopy at redwood empire ice arena, 2007.