Literary history that happened on 25 September

shark vs the universe
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occasionally subtle
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hello vonnie
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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Interview Vampire Daily
Doug Jones
Color Me Curious

oozey mess

@theartofmadeline
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
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Literary history that happened on 25 September
the abyss
there is nothing and yet everything is, but everything is nothing when nothing is all there is
The Treehouses at HoneyTree Farm
Frediricksburg Texas
© HoneyTree Farm
You donât understand and I canât explain
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via perrfectly)
Marya Hornbacher, Waiting
âI know one mustnât leave a bandage on all oneâs life just because it once did some good,â
â Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-SalomĂ©, published in Rilke and Andreas-SalomĂ©: A Love Story in Letters
I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where youâre going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.â
C. JoyBell C. (via perrfectly)
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Just because things could have been different doesnât mean they would have be better. Remember that.
Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
And you, who cannot keep still, who can never look back, where will you go next? How will I find you? Can you feel the world pull apart, the seams loosen? What, tell me, will keep it whole, if not you? if not me?
Blas Falconer, from âDear Friendâ (via thatkindofwoman)
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