im not arguing with a woman whose eyes wrinkle when she smiles. whatever you say beautiful

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@tealatees
im not arguing with a woman whose eyes wrinkle when she smiles. whatever you say beautiful
i think i’ll always just be a placeholder for the people i love until someone better comes along
cant stop thinking about this
[ID: A tweet from crybaby (@bunnygirl1373) reading: "blood test just came back i'm full of Love". /end ID.]
I know I should leave but I don't know how to do that
you’re gonna miss people in this life — people you should miss and people you probably shouldn’t — and it’s gonna hurt to be reminded of them.
know that you’re strong enough and wise enough to figure out how to move onward
I do not respect the grind. Go to bed
Mary Oliver, from long life: essays and other writings
Leonid Meteor Storm, as seen over North America on the night of November 12-13, 1833, from E. Weiß’s Bilderatlas der Sternenwelt (1888)
[id: a drawing of the night sky over a waterfall split by a thin piece of rocky land. the sky is dark blue at the top but fades to yellowish tan close to the horizon, which is comprised of rolling hills. in the sky, meteors are depicted as streaks of rainbow-colored light with white speckles scattered between. /end id]
Emily Henry, Book Lovers
some days all you need is to sit alone watching the sunset and feeling the breeze on your skin, and your heart heals a little