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Things you'll experience in April:

renewed sense of faith

trust in the divine

persistence in your dreams

the will to keep going

support from your guides

beautiful new connections

love from unexpected places

money from unexpected sources

ease on your journey

inner peace and stillness

fun like you've never experienced before

your prayers being answered

a wiser and smarter version of yourself

forgiveness toward self and others

knowing that you're enough

Written by Raw Honey Bliss

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Party of two.

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2025

REMAIN BRAVE.

skate flat stones across the river.

make my home a sanctuary, a shelter, a welcome resting place.

learn the first names and favorite foods of neighbors.

keep the windows open as long as warmth allows.

ask myself: will it make a good memory?

earlier mornings, longer walks.

remember I am not without my own seasons.

write recipes on paper. print photos out for framing. seek the tangible, the homemade.

speak out about harm when I see it done. leave room for learning, but never complacency.

one long summer drive to myself. an overnight somewhere new if possible.

let the candles burn through winter.

joy is not made to be a crumb, but a feast. arrive fork and knife in hand.

BE HOPEFUL, BUT ALSO IN ACTION.

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─ ꕀꕀ ⋅ ⋆ ♡ ⋆ ⋅ ꕀꕀ ─

January will be full of love

January will be full of peace

January will be full of healing

January will be full of self care

January will be full of blessings

January will be full of happiness

January will be full of positive energy

January will be full of great outcomes

January will be full of new experiences

January will be full of financial stability

January will be full of good mental health

January will be full of good physical health

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Winter is a paradox – the coziness of the hearthside, with its sheltering warmth, contrasting with the stinging glossy surface of night-black windows reflecting your own face back at you. The bitter chill of a frozen morning, all the more unpleasant compared to the delicious cocoon of the blanket-heavy bed you’ve just left. The monochromaticity of ice and snow throws into sharp relief the vibrant colors of crimson holly berries, glittering lights, haunting Aurora Borealis apparitions, and sunsets that paint the blank canvases of snowscapes with a brilliant palette. But the most jarring, the most clearly cut dichotomy is, simply, the mood. On the one hand, nothing is more welcoming, more inviting and enticing, than a holiday home – the scents and flavors, the traditions and camaraderie, the music, the lights, the memories…and yet. There is a bizarre, eerie fact that Winter brings out the ghosts. The snow muffles, and deadens. It quiets the field, and the forest, and the city. Just enough for us to hear the whispers. To fuel the prickles on our backs. To feel as if we are once again on the presence of voices from the world that was.

~ Aug. 18th, 2016

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greenwood cemetery

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This is how my insides look like

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everything is about reaching the ending except for the ending which is about wanting to go back to the start

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marlena by julie buntin

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everything is about reaching the ending except for the ending which is about wanting to go back to the start

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ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????

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So glad we're finally recognising men's incompetence for what it is. Stop glorifying sacrifices. We're our own person too.

The child came on stage and she was struggling to hold her fidgety son while she continued her performance. The wording on this post and its caption is very manipulative:

There was a time when appeals to emotional fallacies like “the beauty of motherhood” and guilt tripping worked on women to provide free labor, get no help or compensation, and take disrespect… that time is over:

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Light-Up Chandelier Earrings // Diana Caldarescu on Etsy

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every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

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I love you all radfems

Men masturbate to shit that would be considered an actual fucking crime in literally any other context outside of porn and then act like that has no influence whatsoever on how they view and interact with women.