seashel1
seashel1
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joy is not made to be a crumb
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seashel1 · 2 months ago
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I love modern family so much
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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Pretty girls have acne
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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the coming and going of everything in this life reminds me that it's all been borrowed. it does not belong to me the way I do not belong to it.
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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Might be the year I delete all social media…..I’m tireddddd…too much comparing . I forget that I am cool and beautiful and smart and interesting all on my own sometimes. I think that humans were not made for whatever is happening with technology the past few years
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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​found this comment on a video of some swans crossing the street. wow.
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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becoming and becoming and becoming
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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I feel so forgotten
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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don't care + didn't ask + i see beauty in things you wouldn't even begin to ponder
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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seashel1 · 3 months ago
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“The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no “meaning,” they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day.”
— Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard
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