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we're not kids anymore.

Andulka
occasionally subtle
almost home

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Keni
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosmic Funnies
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@youngshades
Women and Museums
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“When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?”
— Pavana पवन
Margaret Atwood, from “Circle/Mud Poems”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975
werenotreallystrangers via instagram
Your impact on other people is bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said. Someone still smiles when they think of the compliment you gave them. Someone silently admires you. The advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you've offered others has made someone's day. Your input and opinions have made someone think twice. You're not insignificant and forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.
jelinecatt: words to live by from Oscar Wilde, stamped in gold no less, on the spine of my Camp book ✨
“And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.”
— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Do whatever makes you happy, the days aren’t coming back.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are. • Anaïs Nin, French-American novelist (1903-1977)
Imagine: you drive out to the middle of nowhere with the love of your life. It's the middle of the night after a rainy day. The grass is wet and shining in the moonlight, and the stars are brighter than usual. You lay on the hood of the car, music playing softly from its radio while you talk and watch the stars. When a shooting star darts across the sky, you wish to stay in this moment forever.
@anouchkagauthier
You’re beautiful