Thriving

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,  And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

[luxoffux]

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Chanting the Square Deific”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “Not Time affects me - I am Time,”]

[bronzedverve]

[freshic]

by mauro_roberto__

[another2bohemians]

[fortuneaday]

[A white fortune cookie paper with black text on the front and an icon of a bee. It reads: An excellent message will be sent to you sometime this week.]

[parisians]

[ashleykaneharper]

[zonnesproetje]

"How many Sundays — how many hundreds of Sundays like this — lay ahead of me? "Quiet, peaceful, and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring."

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[hineinihineini-moving]

October by Mary Oliver

[theambitiouswoman]

The things that are forced are never aligned, the things that are aligned are never forced. That’s how you know.

[tordenvejr]

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

Being alone until you feel like you again is self-care

[gholdic]

LIVING FOR GOLD MOMENTS

[thisisgoodfruit]

[christophermtaylor]

[balmest]

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