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sunrise on the reaping

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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All you do is whine

untrue i also suffer, rot, wail, wallow, haunt, mourn and rage

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Rubbing salt, garlic, and onion into the wound.

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Plants 🌱

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you have to admit it: most if not all animals are very brave. they do a lot of things and dont always know whats going to happen. they have beautiful eternal souls because of this

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The stairway at the church of Santo Stefano al Ponte in Florence, Italy built in 1574 by Bernardo Buontalenti

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(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.

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Salem

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what a beautiful feeling it is to finally get over someone and realize that it was your adoration of them that made them so special. without that, they’re quite basic. just proof that the magic lives in you, not them.

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moth pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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head empty only thoughts of mossy forest

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i love you sun. i love you ocean. i love you grass. i love you little birds and bugs.

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I cannot stress enough how important it is to do silly, frivolous things that serve no other purpose than making you happy.

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Sunrise at the ocean. Polaroid SX-70.

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l i f e 🪲

sunset sugar & existential sandwiches

it really gets hard sometimes

and then i run

my soul slips away from the skin it holds it hostage

and dances in the fields and valleys unknown to men

while the body aches and cries for its return