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there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner
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will you guys hate me forever if i say i don’t like sunny days 💔
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sometimes i think i have nothing in common with my younger self but then i remember the way i carry hope like a whisper. how i keep looking for the extraordinary in the quiet corners of my day. how i still feel every little thing too much.
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propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:
whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.
telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.
googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again
deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.
naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.
believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.
using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.
making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.
taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)
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“I will go to hell for you,”
Would you? Would you throw away everything to spend eternity with me? Even if you're forsaken till the end of time?
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Yeah I'm a bit insane but at least I'm aware of it
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the elephant in the room is actually really important for the feng shui of the place so i’d appreciate it if you left it alone
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need a cup of coffee. an excellent therapist, some wiser older human to cry to. a poem that’ll have my neck between its teeth, a million dollars, to go somewhere far. to retreat, to overcome my fear of trying and of facing a blank page. etc, etc
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