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Rose

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Recipes Masterpost

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The Drift

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How do you deal with grief? I just can't stop the overwhelming feeling of it.

i'm muslim so the islamic perspective comforts me a lot. the idea that the person isn't gone forever, that my prayers are reaching them, that the love i have for them meets them where my hands can't. i was chosen to love them. i was chosen to lose them because God knew i would still make something of their love. but muslim or not, the point remains true. the love you had and still have for them is making the world a softer place. every smile you give a stranger. every bird you feed on your morning walk. every hug you give to someone who's still living. this is your greatest evidence. yes, someone loved me once. yes, they walked with me here once and i look for their footsteps still. yes, i dream them back all the time. yes, they made the world bearable, and i will too. ill do for others what they did for me with all the love they left behind.

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Maik Monuments

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"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

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“Hell is other people” is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also “Heaven is each other”. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings. And that’s possible on a sustained basis only in collectivity.

Jean-Paul Sartre, in Talking with Sartre (p. 130) [edited] (via insearchofwisdom)

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Mary Oliver, Peonies

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my apartment post is still circulating around but guess what I MOVED and i have a NEW insane apartment now. enjoy. everything you see that isn't a plant was thrifted except for the couch and chair

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We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

Louise Glück, Nostos

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what is the sky telling you in the slow gliding of sun? does your clock follow the light? do you mind if my night crowns you with a bright citadel—a glinting city on a hill—upon your head? i see your eyes everywhere. my axis tilts toward you, leaning to your every angle. in sleep and in waking, i speak of you, of love, of something eternal.

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Rose

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couples themed photoshoots and old romance films have such a Grip on me they're all so destian and it makes me unwell LIKE

LIIIIIIIIIKE

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Milky Way at Boddington, Western Australia

Nikon d5500 - 35mm - ISO 3200 - f/2.5 - Sky: 8 x 30s - Foreground: 4 x 15s

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i think there's something so beautiful about postcards and how they say that yes i was in this beautiful place but i still couldn't stop thinking about you

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life is made up of breathing in on a fresh morning, standing in the sun letting it warm you up, waving even if the person can’t see you anymore, wandering around listening to your favorite playlist, feeling the breeze on your face, laughing so hard you start crying because your body can’t hold in the joy, seeing a beautiful sunset when there hasn’t been one in a while, paying for someone else’s bus ticket because they don’t have enough coins, taking pictures of everything you think is beautiful, the smell in the house when someone is baking a cake, driving home when it’s dark and looking at all the orange colored windows, feeling the leaves crunch under your feet when walking to the train station and your favorite season finally arriving