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you can go back to the past but nobody’s there

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[taps my chest] this bad boy can fit so much love and fear and compassion and anxiety and tenderness and grief and empathy and heartache and capacity for affection and loss etc in it

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if all else fails at least we have books and sweet treats!

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Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

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Oregon by Elliot Hawkey

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wax seal stamp pngs ♡

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how could it have gone wrong, my approach was data-driven and trauma-informed

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Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “See”

[Text ID: “How rare to see someone and feel. / How rare to see someone and know / you are not alone, / for your eyes are theirs, / your pain, too. / How rare to truly see someone.”]

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sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

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literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

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lulling waters

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I love days where I feel like this image