⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚✩ ゚。⋆ 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ─ ・ 。゚☆: ☽ . :☆゚. ─ 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 ─ ・ 。゚☆: ☽ . :☆゚. ─ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ─ ・ 。゚☆: ☽ . :☆゚. ─ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚✩ ゚。⋆
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There’s inherent vulnerability in being kind, patient, and considerate because you will always run the risk of mistreatment despite.
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“Forest nymphs, immortal daughters of woodland streams, dark, divine,”
— Moero, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from Women Poets; “Cleomenes’ Statues,” (via loveage-moondream)
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We are captives of what we love, what we desire and what we are
- Mahmoud Darwish
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“strawberries, cherries, and an angel’s kiss in spring”
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“She was a great dreamer of love.”
— Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love (1945)
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As much as I love studying Psychology, my intrusive thoughts are telling me to learn Italian & then study art history in Florence instead. I love this city so much~
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If I tell you I love you, would you believe / I smile at your shadow / when I catch it in the moonlight / I ran out of stories / a long time ago, no / I am no poet / just a voyeur, smiling / you, sitting on the lips / of the moon
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