messydiary
messydiary
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走るアヒル
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Nasturtium in her sun hat
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messydiary · 4 years ago
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Life happens, people miss things that will happen again. the autumn leaves dipped in honey, paint the sunset in a mess of red, yellow and orange. Most of the time we miss it and this happens everyday, that's how people miss people, they keep happening but never in the same way.
Ekta Somera
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messydiary · 5 years ago
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Only a year in this city and already so many places carry memories that I can’t bear to carry myself. Why is it that, instead of repelling me, this only seems to endear my surroundings to me? Am I such a masochist that I love whatever and whoever most hurts me?
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messydiary · 5 years ago
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Life is short. That’s all there is to say. Get what you can from the present — thoughtfully, justly.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (4.26)
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Historic Villages of Shirakawa.
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Lago di Braies, Italy (by Luca Bravo)
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messydiary · 5 years ago
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On [that] day…. it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
Mark Haddon (via wnq-writers)
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