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paleblizzardpainter · 5 months
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What are uncertain times?
1. I visit my mother's grave and find a tilted leaf. Something in me tells me not to, but I blow on it as if my life is hanging by the thread of that choice.
I wait by her portrait on the eleventh stair everyday. She waits for me in my bedroom, undecided and half asleep.
2. I fall in love on my 21st birthday and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. I tell him my mother makes the best cookies. I gift him store-bought ones on Christmas. We've never been more happier.
3. I like mangoes but don't like to eat them? Do I have a disorder? No.
4. I was crossing the road and found a puddle. I jumped on it three times and wetted myself. Coming back home, I didn't even take a shower. I kept thinking that they have the worst construction these days. It was worse in the days when my father lived, then why do I want to go back and live those times so badly?
5. My dog died, and I buried him in the backyard. He drowned for the first time when he was a small baby.
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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no matter how much mad or upset im, if I love u, you’ll always get the moon pics first.
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers”
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cats belong in dark academia
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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oh to run so freely
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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i used to found the rain the most fascinating and beautiful sound ive ever heard, until i heard your heart skipping a beat for me.
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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“The truth is, there are pieces of me in everything I have written to you for you. After all, what is a poet but a composite of her love letters?”
— Lang Leav
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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– Unknown
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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It's crazy how we feel things after they're over. Something happened yesterday, now I don't want it back- oh no, never. But the emotions hit hard today.
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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Okay but why not lovers to enemies?
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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Young Gale Hansen (or Charles "Nuwanda" Dalton), a collection of rares throughout the years.
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paleblizzardpainter · 2 years
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take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die ,but also take me to the small bookshop on the corner or explore the eldest most gorgeous library and the museum where we can walk the halls that feel like we are time traveling or to the local coffee shop where we can play a game of chess at the little table in the corner by the window
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