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Let trees decide which books they’ll become

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women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego

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i really, really love the moon

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reminder that it’s ok to anonymous drop me a love letter ok

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imagine u sit in the car at night with ur fav person eating ice cream, vibin’ to songs & making deep talks

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Excerpts for a 1920's newspaper during the Spanish Flu

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my possible career choices: cloud flower

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I come on here like it's my fucking day job

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“Fragrance and melancholy. A dead garden in January.”

— Georg Trakl, from Poems, Prose: A Bilingual Edition; “Sebastian In Dream,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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i wish that instead of being a physical entity i could be like ,,, the concept of the color pink

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♡ everyday things to appreciate more ♡

sunlight shining through your window on brighter spring mornings

the cosiness and comfort of your bed on a cold night

curling up in front of the fire with a cat

walking in windy weather with your hair flying about your face

the papery whisper of a book being read

that lovely, fresh feeling you get after you wash your face in the morning

peeling vegetables for dinner and the sound of the skins falling away

checking for letters in the post-box

the pitter-patter of raindrops against the window

the gentle tickle of the comb as you brush your hair

the warmth of a cup of tea against your hands

getting a good night’s sleep and waking up to the birds

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Me 🤝 staying up late to enjoy my own company