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process of the week

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she's fascinating

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Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

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por siempre

por siempre anne de green gables

por siempre

mi alma está conectada a la tuya

para toda la eternidad

Anne Shirley (2025)

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Well, hello..

new muse

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por siempre

por siempre anne de green gables

por siempre

mi alma está conectada a la tuya

para toda la eternidad

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I made some little fairies out of pressed flowers 🌷

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i saw him today with his shirt sleeves rolled up and i swear i could die for him

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one of the hardest things to learn as a depressed former Gifted Kid™ is that half-assed is better than nothing. take the 50%, 40%, even 20% job. scrubbing your face is better than not taking a shower at all. picking up your clothes is better than never cleaning. nibbling on some bread is better than starving.

DO THINGS HALFWAY. NOW YOU’RE 100% BETTER OFF THAN YOU WERE BEFORE.

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the king.

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A something in a summer's noon—

A depth—an Azure—a perfume—

Transcending ecstasy.

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I have a tendency of writing long reflective journal entries as the year crawls toward its end. I write these as if to mourn the year itself. It feels necessary, the grief is quiet, barely audible, a kind of grief you wouldn't notice unless you pressed your ear to my heart. I mourn the days that have dissolved, the faces I'll leave behind. I think about the way time moves, how it never asks, never waits. Time does not stride; it slides, there's a slyness to it, like a sweet hallucination. It tricks you with the illusion that anything is yours to keep that you can hold a place, a person, a moment, and keep them intact, that there's something like forever. It's a sweet lie, one you wish you could live inside, but time has its own pace; it crawls, and you run, and before you know it, you find yourself at a new junction, unfamiliar faces in every direction, the past already blurred in the distance, there's no ceremony to it, no time to prepare. The train moves, and you don't know where it's taking you, so you sit down, close your eyes, and let it. You let it because there is no other choice. Because even in its cruelty, time has a strange mercy: it keeps you moving.

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-como un pesado déjà vu intermitente

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The people who surround her feel the benefit of it

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vestigios de una nueva primavera

(aún faltan 20 días)

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“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”

- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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