Land Of Make - Believe

[chibird]

Treating myself like a friend always encourages me to be kinder and less critical to myself. 💛

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[thepersonalquotes]

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

[resqectable]

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”

— Unknown

[thepersonalquotes]

[bakwaaas]

tender

[vivideyestalk]

I need you

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

[firstfullmoon]

“Sometimes I think it’s possible to live with anything. That we’re wired to survive-survive-survive, to grip onto the gnarliest thread until life is pried from our bones. Other times I think it’s not possible to live at all. Not at all.”

— Ellena Savage, from “Yellow City,” in Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

[firstfullmoon]

“Sometimes I think it’s possible to live with anything. That we’re wired to survive-survive-survive, to grip onto the gnarliest thread until life is pried from our bones. Other times I think it’s not possible to live at all. Not at all.”

— Ellena Savage, from “Yellow City,” in Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

[thoughtkick]

“The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.”

— Unknown

[chloeinletters]

The year I went to the movies

[centaurusblood]

great things have happened is a lovely poem that's similar to this one

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

[letterful]

— ANNA KAMIEŃSKA, trans. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak.

[probablyasocialecologist]

“Winter is the only true season of touching. In winters, no matter how efficiently you dress up, a raindrop will find you. Fogs will enshroud you and leave their wetness on your face. Dry, cold air will crack your lips. As you inhale, mist will touch your nostrils and the inside of your throat. You will feel winter’s touch on the backs of your ears. Winter’s physicality reaches everywhere.”

— Nikita Arora, A history of botany and colonialism touched off by a moss bed

[vivideyestalk]

Our fight to make everyday

No two are the same

[vivideyestalk]

[geryone]

Against Silence, Frank Bidart