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“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”
–Juansendizon
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escapingloner · 2 years
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write hard and clear,
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about what hurts.
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escapingloner · 2 years
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Letter writing is this year’s new joy that I found.
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escapingloner · 2 years
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Yes, my desk stationary is made from cardboard. Yes, I’m still so proud of it.
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Gloomy weather is the artist’s weather.
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Instagram credit: fieldnotesbyfi
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escapingloner · 2 years
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It’s a shame writing letters isn’t a thing anymore…
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I feel so fancy, now.
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escapingloner · 2 years
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me every summer when my time is suddenly unoccupied and i am forced to face how much nobody actually wants to be around me
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Pillars at the British Museum
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I long for a quiet night — free from my desires, hates and dreams. A night where I’ll sit outside, look deep into the vast emptiness of the sky, and finally feel at peace.
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i love pasta and bread and ignoring responsibilities
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Comfort Zone - When you finally have time to work on the book you want to write.
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escapingloner · 2 years
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He killed himself for wanting to live.
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
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escapingloner · 2 years
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Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I’d throw them over my shoulder. It was only the children I carried in my arms.
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
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